When I was a kid my mom rocked an old 1978 Pontiac Gran Prix. It was silver with a red interior and on the daily she hauled us kids to school while blasting hair metal from the tape deck.

Mom was a badass and we made a lot of memories in that ol G-body; Like the time she rolled my younger brother’s head up in the passenger side power window in a Del Taco drive-through. Or the night she snuck us into the drive-in movie theater in the trunk of the Gran Prix so she could make bootleg tape recordings of The Empire Strikes Back from a speaker hung on the driver side window.

A lot of people assume it was my Dad who influenced my automotive lifestyle but it was my Mother who showed me the pure joy that comes from a one-wheel peel on wet asphalt in an underpowered Gran Prix.

Ever since I was a kid I wanted a fast G-Body and I finally scratched that itch when I scored a clean ’85 Buick Regal T-type turbo car. This shirt is a reminder of a time when Van Halen Diver Down, Levi 501s and a blatant disregard for societal norms ruled the Finnegan household. Also, few cars are sexier than a fast g-body!