What Makes MoPar so Badda$$??
This was one of the cars that started it all :
1973 340 Plymouth Duster that my dad bought in 1976 (mind you I wasn't born until the 80's). I have fond memories of that car and just how nasty a built up 340 can be.
The last time it saw the road, I believe I was in 1st grade, maybe. A small tree branch fell on the fender while my dad was driving it, chipped the paint on the fender and it pissed him off. He parked the car in the back of the garage and it sat there untouched for 17 years.
In 2008 my dad threw me what I thought was a spare set of keys to the car. I didn't think anything of it, since I had my '74 Duster. I tinkered on the '73 every now and then, getting it ready to run again (small stuff, like the fuel pump, filter, etc).
Then last year (2012) I was getting anxious to drive a Duster again, since my '74 had been off the road since 2011 (building the Blown 340 for it, and restoring the body). So I fired the car up, drove it into the garage and replaced all the brake lines, fuel lines, hoses, brake pads & shoes, master cylinder, etc. Got the car in running condition again and filled up the gas tank. Took it out and put a few miles on it before dropping it off at my dad's house.
I tried to give him the keys, since I had fixed it up and only wanted to drive it once in a while until I got my car finished. He wouldn't take the keys back, told me to keep them. That's when I found out it was the only set of keys for the car. So I drove it, tried returning it to him a few times but he wouldn't take the car back.
It's sitting in my garage for the winter, guess I'll take it out in the spring and drive it some more.
This was one of the cars that started it all :
1973 340 Plymouth Duster that my dad bought in 1976 (mind you I wasn't born until the 80's). I have fond memories of that car and just how nasty a built up 340 can be.
The last time it saw the road, I believe I was in 1st grade, maybe. A small tree branch fell on the fender while my dad was driving it, chipped the paint on the fender and it pissed him off. He parked the car in the back of the garage and it sat there untouched for 17 years.
In 2008 my dad threw me what I thought was a spare set of keys to the car. I didn't think anything of it, since I had my '74 Duster. I tinkered on the '73 every now and then, getting it ready to run again (small stuff, like the fuel pump, filter, etc).
Then last year (2012) I was getting anxious to drive a Duster again, since my '74 had been off the road since 2011 (building the Blown 340 for it, and restoring the body). So I fired the car up, drove it into the garage and replaced all the brake lines, fuel lines, hoses, brake pads & shoes, master cylinder, etc. Got the car in running condition again and filled up the gas tank. Took it out and put a few miles on it before dropping it off at my dad's house.
I tried to give him the keys, since I had fixed it up and only wanted to drive it once in a while until I got my car finished. He wouldn't take the keys back, told me to keep them. That's when I found out it was the only set of keys for the car. So I drove it, tried returning it to him a few times but he wouldn't take the car back.
It's sitting in my garage for the winter, guess I'll take it out in the spring and drive it some more.
