The year 1970 wasn’t kind to the muscle car world, and even the mighty Pontiac GTO couldn’t dodge the storm. Insurers were tightening the screws, and the shift to smaller engines left the GTO vulnerable—sales plummeted to just over 40,000 units. Hardtops ruled the roost with 32,000 built, while the convertible lagged at 3,621. The Judge, still kicking after its ’69 debut, added 3,635 hardtops and a rare 162 drop-tops to the mix.
Pontiac fought to keep the GTO’s price in check—no hikes from ’69. A base hardtop rang in at $3,267, the convertible at $3,492, and The Judge package? That jacked things up, with its convertible tacking on $337 more. Worth every penny if you ask me—those stripes and that attitude don’t come cheap.
Now, feast your eyes on this ’70 GTO—a garage queen from day one. eBay seller nbcgibbs is letting it go to settle a collector’s estate, and this ride’s story is as pristine as its sheet metal. “Extremely pampered and very well maintained,” they say—no kids, no pets, no smoke ever dared to tarnish its sanctity. I’d say it’s been treated better than most of us treat ourselves.
It’s not perfect—some light scratches, faded carpet, a few dash cracks—but for a car that’s seen over five decades, it’s a stunner. The rust-free body got a Baja Gold (code 55) refresh about 15 years back, and that detailed interior still sings of its glory days. The engine fires up, runs smooth, and drives like it’s ready to roll home today—no trailer required.
Under the hood, the standard 400ci V8 churns out 350 horses—plenty to wake up the neighborhood. Want more growl? The Ram Air III added punch for $158, or you could splurge $558 on the rare Ram Air IV. This GTO’s got the goods to back up its looks.
Here’s the kicker: it’s on eBay with no reserve. That’s right—highest bidder wins when the clock runs out in six days. With 16 bids already and a top offer of $12,445 as I write this, it’s heating up fast. Fifty-six watchers are circling, and you know some will swoop in late, depending on how wild the price gets. This beauty’s parked in Cincinnati, Ohio—close enough to drive it home if you’re in the area. A week from now, it’ll have a new caretaker, and I’m betting they’ll cherish it as much as the last one did.
