silvertonguedevil
Well-Known Member
Ok, first, I'm going to start with a little history on this whole situation....
I grew up around old cars/muscle cars. My father is a car nut. Only thing is.....he's a Chevy nut! I was brought home from the hospital in a gorgeous black '65 El Camino with a 327 and a 4 speed. He still has the same '64 Impala SS that him and my mom bought as their first car together. So naturally I was a Chevy guy. All was well until one sunny spring day. I was a Junior in high school and the last bell rang for the day and we all go piling out of the front door of the school, down the sidewalk and out to the parking lot. And there was the bitchinest car I'd ever seen. I didn't know what it was at the time but I found out really soon. A guy in the class ahead of me had just bought (must have just bought cuz I'd never seen it before) a maroon '65 Plymouth Satellite 2 door hardtop. I remember just stopping dead in my tracks as he started it up. I sounded SOOO mean. He backed it out onto the street and as soon as he got it straightened out and in Drive, he laid 2 black marks that looked like parallel lazy S's and ran it down the street out of site, pipes a-blarin'. OH MY GOD!!! I was bitten. And bitten REAL hard. I HAD to have a Mopar!! I instantly hit the search and ended up finding a pretty clean '69 Dodge Coronet 440 2 door hardtop with a 318/auto. Now imagine this: Me, trying to convince Mr. Chevy guy (dad) that I just had to sell my 68,000 mile, all original '71 Nova SS and buy this Dodge that I found in a field. I still don't know to this day how I pulled it off but he agreed. He must have seen how badly I wanted it....
So anyway, I drove the car throughout the rest of my Junior year and well into my Senior year when low and behold....that same '65 Satellite that bit me was sitting out in front of the kid's house with a "For Sale" sign in the window. I had to have it!! I sold everything I owned, mowed every lawn I could, used all of my graduation money and borrowed from everyone I knew and I bought the car. It had a built 440 with a 727 Torqueflite. Dana 60 rearend with 3.55 suregrip. It's no wonder it was able to rip up the asphault that fateful day!! Here it is the day I bought it, right after her first wash job with me.
I grew up around old cars/muscle cars. My father is a car nut. Only thing is.....he's a Chevy nut! I was brought home from the hospital in a gorgeous black '65 El Camino with a 327 and a 4 speed. He still has the same '64 Impala SS that him and my mom bought as their first car together. So naturally I was a Chevy guy. All was well until one sunny spring day. I was a Junior in high school and the last bell rang for the day and we all go piling out of the front door of the school, down the sidewalk and out to the parking lot. And there was the bitchinest car I'd ever seen. I didn't know what it was at the time but I found out really soon. A guy in the class ahead of me had just bought (must have just bought cuz I'd never seen it before) a maroon '65 Plymouth Satellite 2 door hardtop. I remember just stopping dead in my tracks as he started it up. I sounded SOOO mean. He backed it out onto the street and as soon as he got it straightened out and in Drive, he laid 2 black marks that looked like parallel lazy S's and ran it down the street out of site, pipes a-blarin'. OH MY GOD!!! I was bitten. And bitten REAL hard. I HAD to have a Mopar!! I instantly hit the search and ended up finding a pretty clean '69 Dodge Coronet 440 2 door hardtop with a 318/auto. Now imagine this: Me, trying to convince Mr. Chevy guy (dad) that I just had to sell my 68,000 mile, all original '71 Nova SS and buy this Dodge that I found in a field. I still don't know to this day how I pulled it off but he agreed. He must have seen how badly I wanted it....
So anyway, I drove the car throughout the rest of my Junior year and well into my Senior year when low and behold....that same '65 Satellite that bit me was sitting out in front of the kid's house with a "For Sale" sign in the window. I had to have it!! I sold everything I owned, mowed every lawn I could, used all of my graduation money and borrowed from everyone I knew and I bought the car. It had a built 440 with a 727 Torqueflite. Dana 60 rearend with 3.55 suregrip. It's no wonder it was able to rip up the asphault that fateful day!! Here it is the day I bought it, right after her first wash job with me.
but this car and I were inseparable. Here it is right after a wheel/tire change.
I had to manually shift it into drive again and left the gas station MAD!! I'm two blocks from my house. It's 10:30 pm and I'm coming up to an intersection. BAM! My headlights both go comletely out and a cop is pulling up to the intersection. I got pulled over and I explained to the cop that I only lived a block and a half from where we were. He let me drive it home and I went to bed. The next day I was off and I just so happened to see an ad in the paper for a guy looking for a '62-'65 Plymouth. I called him and we met. He bought the car on the spot. She was gone. 
