So how far back does your Mopar experience go?

My first memory of anything, not just mopars, but anything, was riding over to look at a 57 Chrysler Windsor with my parents. We met the owner at a local drug store. He was a Catholic priest.

This was 1958 and I would turn 4 later that year.

The Windsor had the optional record player and my Dad had to remove it because the priest had just bought a brand new 58 New Yorker and that car didn't have one.