Average age of Mopar Maniacs.
I'll be 32 at the very end of this month. I've been playing with Chryslers for about half of my life, now.
My first car that I still own, is a KK1 Surf Poly Tirquoise/ black top/ black interior 1968 Dodge Charger. I paid $2,300 in 1998 for the car, at Bandimere Speedway. That car was on the road for about a year until my mom was hit in it. I never got to drive it, with the occasional tune test around the block so it would stay in good order, while I waited for my mom to co-sign my license. I was 17 at the time. It's been collecting dust in my mother's garage for over a decade, awaiting my restoration. No frame or unibody damage. Just crooked sheet metal that they make new, now and bad memories.
The first A body that I had in my name was the '73 Plymouth Scamp that is undergoing some engine work, but is otherwise restored. It's been a driver since I bought it in 2002 for $600.
My girl's alcoholic ex husiband took both cars (one of which he sold), the house and some of her posessions in a divorce and had no way to get around, so I was going to help her get something new-ish.
She asked what I was doing with the car.
I told her that I had planned on restoring it for my ex, who left for LA.
She looked at the F8 green rust bucket, sitting in the rock drive in my back yard...
Then she said she had wanted a classic car, years ago and was talked out of buying one she was looking at by her parents.
Then, after looking at some pictures of different cars, she said she was swooning a Sassy Grass green hotrod, instead of a Toyota.
How in the hell does a car enthusiast say no her?
I don't.
The way I see it is that if you're lucky enough to have a girlfriend who wants a 4 speed, snot green, Mopar to drive, and you wrench, it's your duity to all day dreaming guys out there to make it real.
She helped upholster the seats, shaped foam, turned wrenches and gave the color combo suggestions.
It's her car, now. Papers say so. Some people think I'm crazy. They're probably right. No regrets, ever. She deserves better than an alcoholic for a husiband and a broadsided Cobalt (hence the alcoholic) for wheels.
We love mopars.
Now, if she goes after the Charger...
I'll be 32 at the very end of this month. I've been playing with Chryslers for about half of my life, now.
My first car that I still own, is a KK1 Surf Poly Tirquoise/ black top/ black interior 1968 Dodge Charger. I paid $2,300 in 1998 for the car, at Bandimere Speedway. That car was on the road for about a year until my mom was hit in it. I never got to drive it, with the occasional tune test around the block so it would stay in good order, while I waited for my mom to co-sign my license. I was 17 at the time. It's been collecting dust in my mother's garage for over a decade, awaiting my restoration. No frame or unibody damage. Just crooked sheet metal that they make new, now and bad memories.
The first A body that I had in my name was the '73 Plymouth Scamp that is undergoing some engine work, but is otherwise restored. It's been a driver since I bought it in 2002 for $600.
My girl's alcoholic ex husiband took both cars (one of which he sold), the house and some of her posessions in a divorce and had no way to get around, so I was going to help her get something new-ish.
She asked what I was doing with the car.
I told her that I had planned on restoring it for my ex, who left for LA.
She looked at the F8 green rust bucket, sitting in the rock drive in my back yard...
Then she said she had wanted a classic car, years ago and was talked out of buying one she was looking at by her parents.
Then, after looking at some pictures of different cars, she said she was swooning a Sassy Grass green hotrod, instead of a Toyota.
How in the hell does a car enthusiast say no her?
I don't.
The way I see it is that if you're lucky enough to have a girlfriend who wants a 4 speed, snot green, Mopar to drive, and you wrench, it's your duity to all day dreaming guys out there to make it real.
She helped upholster the seats, shaped foam, turned wrenches and gave the color combo suggestions.
It's her car, now. Papers say so. Some people think I'm crazy. They're probably right. No regrets, ever. She deserves better than an alcoholic for a husiband and a broadsided Cobalt (hence the alcoholic) for wheels.
We love mopars.
Now, if she goes after the Charger...
