1970dartcustom
of the Moore clan
I have been thinking today about why I attach so much meaning to some old car. Honestly, it comes down to the fact that my old man loved them. Growing up, I'd ride along with him on his quests to find Mo treasure out in the sticks, and find some we did.
He was always fixing up old Darts & dusters; Cudas & Superbees... He'd put lots of time and money into them and then a different one would catch his eye. He never had a lot of money, so usually one classic car at a time was all he could manage. So, he sold one and bought the other, or traded them, or whatever. Some old box of parts was a treasure trove to him.
He'd hang around with people named "Mopar Bill" and such (and still does). The point is, that I love old cars because my Dad did. I love Mopars because He does. I own a 1970 Dart because he gave me two when I was young, and got me my first car: a 1971 Scamp.
When he is gone, all I'll have is the legacy he leaves, the things he taught me, and some old Mo we fixed up together. But to me, that feels like a whole lot.
He was always fixing up old Darts & dusters; Cudas & Superbees... He'd put lots of time and money into them and then a different one would catch his eye. He never had a lot of money, so usually one classic car at a time was all he could manage. So, he sold one and bought the other, or traded them, or whatever. Some old box of parts was a treasure trove to him.
He'd hang around with people named "Mopar Bill" and such (and still does). The point is, that I love old cars because my Dad did. I love Mopars because He does. I own a 1970 Dart because he gave me two when I was young, and got me my first car: a 1971 Scamp.
When he is gone, all I'll have is the legacy he leaves, the things he taught me, and some old Mo we fixed up together. But to me, that feels like a whole lot.















