THAT is what I miss about the 70’s. The women. They had breasts and weren’t afraid to use them! Bra or no bra, didn’t matter. Short shorts. Halters. Like the music, we assumed it would always be like this. Little did we know. The write-up on Pamela here is from journeyranger.com . A truly beautiful story. Anytime you can combine the feminine mystique with gas powered engines, its a good thing.

“Over the course of his career, Jim Liberman made a name for himself as someone who really wanted to put on a performance for those who came out to watch him. He wanted to make sure that people got their money’s worth and saw the true spirit of Funny Car drag racing, and he wanted to show off his own talent in the process. Thanks to this, he earned himself the nickname of “Jungle Jim.”

His wild demeanor on the track was hard to ignore, but his fans weren’t the only ones cheering him on. That’s because Jim wouldn’t be seen attending any event without a certain someone beside him. This was a beautiful young woman by the name of Pamela Hardy – and she quickly caused a scene. It wasn’t long before she had earned her own nickname of “Jungle Pam.”

Becoming an icon

In fact, Jim Liberman’s career soon transformed into the career of Jim and Pam collectively. They shared the attention, they shared the success, and they shared their place on the racetrack – even though Pam didn’t set foot into the car herself. Instead, Jungle Pam became a household name by being the ultimate girlfriend, the most beautiful cheerleader, and the coolest sidekick that any driver had ever had before.

The days of Joie Chitwood, Evel Knievel, Wide World of Sports and a ton of exhaust fumes. Brings a tear to your eye. (sniff) And God’s finest invention: the Woman.