Now that we’ve admired the junked ’90 Olds Cutlass Calais International Series, let’s move a couple rows down in the very same California self-service yard and check out another Adventure In Doomed GM Marketing.
I’ve been fascinated by the Troféo for quite a while. The main appeal of the Troféo was, apparently, its futuristic electronics coupled with crypto-European styling.
GM’s marketing wizards decided that Roger Moore’s daughter, Deborah, plus a low-buck exploding-helicopter sequence would really make those Troféos fly out of the showrooms.
This one doesn’t have the optional touch-screen Vehicle Information Center, but it does have a Space Shuttle-grade control system for its cassette-based sound system.
Check out this flat-loading cassette player!
The styling really didn’t have a lot of recognizable European-ness to it, and the archaic Buick 231 V6 and slushbox under the hood probably didn’t cause any nightmares in Stuttgart or Munich.
The weird Trofeo logo did have a certain zombie-cult appeal, however.
The Air Force vet who owned this car finally decided he or she had had enough of the ol Troféo. Next stop… well, you know.