Car that hooked you on Mopar

I was hooked before most of your dads were born.

In 1954 I got my first car, a cherry '41 Chevy. It was as clean as they come and it was a piece of junk. Everything broke...including the seat back at 50 mph. It's no fun staring at the ceiling at that speed.

A year later, it was replaced with a '48 Plymouth that never had a breakdown. It took a tornado dropping a garage on top of it to kill it, but after that Plymouth, I've owned nothing but Mopars for fifty-six years, and I've never been disappointed.