Why A Mopar ??

When I was 6 years old, my Grandfather who owned a Citgo/Jenney gas station took me for a ride in his ‘69 Dodge Monaco. It was a 383 that he had juiced up a little. We were cruising down the back roads of New Hampshire and I was loving the sound of power and feel of speed as he pushed the throttle.

He told me to to look at the speedometer. It was reading 100 mph.

He then said with a big grin “That’s what it really means to own a Dodge.” Then he winked at me and said “Oh, and don’t tell your grandmother.”

Right then, I was hooked for life.