Mopar Addicts - How'd You Get Hooked?

Dad had 70 Roadrunner when I was little. Moms cousin had 69 GTX in next town over. 70RR had the big old pistol grip shifter in it remember playing in there pretending to roll the gears. 69 GTX had center console with the cool lights on the side of it. Spent many hours playing in those cars with my cousins racing all over.

My dad always had a dodge pickup the whole time I was growing up. First thing I drove Dodge truck with 4 on the floor and a granny low hard to kill it when taking off when learning.
The truck he had that was the most fun was a late 70 Club Cab 400 big block tons of torque and light in the rear. I rapped the speedo cable all the way around in that truck on a nice long stretch in New Mexico. Heavy truck would stick to the road like glue in the front end the rear was another story. If your foot was heavy taking off the rear would suddenly develope a smoking problem from both tires.

Also had an great uncle with a 4 door Plymouth Belvedere with an Elephant under the hood. He got the motor for a song (mid seventies) he did some mechanical work for it. He would take us out of town and ask if we wanted to hear the motor roar. We would be jumping all over the place. He would get out with a wrench undo something on both sides of the car underneath get back in. He would fire that thing back up and you could hardly talk over it. He would stomp it shoot down the road and what a roar is the only way I can still describe it to this day. There is nothing like a HEMI uncorked and hauling a$$ down the road. I think I was 8 at the time.

Mopar will Always be an addiction

Bought my first car a Duster when I was 14 drove it all over. Leaning tower of power under the hood that could take the abuse of a high school kid. It had the Space Duster option so it was handy for lots of things.