How did you become addicted to MoPar?

I remember hangin' out on Friday nights in downtown Waukegan, north of Chicago. I would always "bum" a ride with one of the street racers and we'd go out where they raced so I could watch. Every Friday I'd ride with a different racer. (well sometimes the same one, because I needed the ride) I rode in many makes and models, big blocks and small blocks. It was always a thrill riding in these cars, until one night I got a ride in a '62 Polara Super Stock Dodge with a 413 wedge. Almost wet my pants! I mean, that car had big torque and flew like none of the others I'd ridden in. From that day forward "I was bitten by the Mopar bug."