Does anoyne know of a good website to find seat covers for a 1984 pontiac trans am?
The seat covers that came with the car are all shot to hell and back. I am also working on a budget. Thanks in advance
dunno, buh thats a nice car ;)
1969 Pontiac Firebird Convertible 400 *SOLD*
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Escape from Salt Lake
The teams in the West Regional are transported to Energy Solutions Arena in buses that say “Le Bus” on the side, in pink. It’s a touch of real French class in a city known mostly for the Mormon church. Would you believe that this same coach line also makes multiple daily trips across the Salt Flats to West Wendover, a town on the Utah-Nevada border that exists solely to sate Utahans’ gambling fix? Le Bus carts busloads of (mostly elderly) folk to the Montego Bay and the Wendover Nugget, where they pull slots and eat the $15.95 buffet and then come back to sleepy Salt Lake or Ogden or Orem, pockets lighter, bellies heavier.
My old high school friend Jessy, who’s lived in Salt Lake for six years, told me about West Wendover with equal parts excitement and disgust. He said Anthony Hopkins filmed The World’s Fastest Indian out in the Bonneville Flats and stayed in Wendover during the shoot; when Hopkins described the town on Conan O’Brien’s show in 2005, the actor called it “the armpit of America.” I tried to find that Conan clip on YouTube, and had no luck, so I asked Jessy if he was certain that Hopkins’ metaphor was “armpit.”
“If it wasn’t ‘armpit,’” he said, “it was something like armpit. The point is the place is dirty.”
Three days in Salt Lake can make you yearn for dirt. Downtown SLC can be eerily empty and clean. When I walked the 12 blocks back to my hotel from the arena after the Sweet 16 games at 2 a.m., I encountered only four living persons and one piece of litter. Someone, perhaps a dejected Syracuse or Xavier fan, had discarded a ticket stub from the doubleheader. I’m not normally inclined to ground-scoring, but this stub was in mint condition — even the Salt Lake litter is pristine — and it was from one of the best nights of basketball I’ve ever covered. I pocketed it as a souvenir of an upset (Butler’s) and an epic (K-State’s). There was a day to kill — and games to watch from St. Louis and Houston — before the Bulldogs and Wildcats were set to play here, with a trip to the Final Four at stake. I rented a car and called Jessy on Friday at noon and told him we were making the two-hour drive to Wendover.
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