What Makes MoPar so Badda$$??

I was about ten years old riding in the back seat of my grandfathers 413 64 new yorker coming home from church a coupel of local boys in there hot rods where blocking the road my grand dad squeezed between them and they started to chase us, I remember that a f b howling as he pushed the buttons on the dash,my grandmother tell him to stop and the kids in the car behind us spinning out trying to keep up that was my first mopar moment and there are so many more!!