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Best Mopar memory or experience?

rp23g7

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Hey Guys, bored at work, wishing i was out driving my car.

Everyone has one story of their best mopar memory or experiance, i did a search didnt see this topic.

I will start.

Some of you Winged car guys may know where this car is too.

I grew up in Bellevue Wa, went to Odle Junior High.

It had the infamous back gate. The house on the corner by the gate was MoPar land, they had a 69 Road Runner Convert, a white 69 Charger was there occasionally and a White 70 Superbird.

I walked by this house for 3 yrs, saw the two cars out every now and then. Never saw the Superbird being driven, anywhere.

I went to High school down the street, but a different way, so i didnt walk by the house anymore, but had a friend that lived close by so i would cruise by every now and then.

Graduated in 84, and got a job after some other classes in 86, at a Exxon Station in the neighborhood.

One day, i was doing something inside and heard a rummbly rummbly sound.

Looked up and the Superbird was sitting there at the pumps.

I go out and tell the guy a have dreamed of this car ever since i was 13 or so. He popped the hood, it had a 440 4bbl.

He said he was the 3rd owner, and that the previous owner blew the original engine up doing 180?? on the freeway.

He let me sit in it, WOO HOO, probably the closest i will ever get to driving one. I think that was the best Mopar experience or one of the best i have had.

How about you guys.
 
this is my best memory everyday

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Lets see back in 67 my dad bought a burnt orange Fury III with a 318 and 3 in the tree. He couldn't drive a clutch very well and his foot slipped off the clutch pedal while it was in 1st gear at a stop sign. Needless to say his tire went up in smoke and the car got away from him. :rolling:
 
One great memory for me was (I have a few, goin drag racing with my family).
Anyways, I think I was 16 or 17 and my buddy had a 69 Superbee 4speed car. He let me take it for a drive, and it was sprinkling ever so lightly, I stopped at a stop sign, and let er' eat! *** end got all sideways, and the burn out marks went on forever in the rearview!
It was a blast!
 
probably the first time I drove my aspen, it was a pile but it was mine! I feel in love with mopars and never looked back. Well come to think about it I have had some very good times in the back seat of the newport lol!
 
Always had Mopars. Both Grandpas drove Mopar, Dad drove mopar. Dated my High school girl friends in C bodys. Dated my wife in a 73 Newport. LOTS of Mopar Memories.

My Best Mopar memory was meeting my brother in Columbus for the Mopar Nats about 11 yrs ago. He drove his 70 440+6 Road Runner up from Texas and I had a BLAST.

Gone to the Nats every year since then with my brother. (now back in Ohio)
 
I was working at a Texaco garage when I was 16 and one of the mechanics had a killer 73 Charger 440 tunnel ram..the whole 9 yards. Well that was it I was hooked on Mopars.
My best day was when I was 19 as found a 69 383 Charger sitting in a field with the grass up to the bottom of the window. I did some asking around and bought it for $300. Nice eh, a running driving, non rusted 69 for $300.
Long story to that one..what a shame.
AL
 
Taking and passing my first driver's license exam in the same 72 Charger that is now mine (was mom's car at the time, back in its 318 days.)

Earliest memory was being 3 years old going to the dealership with my mom to pick my dad up after work, and staring at the 3 Superbirds parked in the front row of the lot. Even at 3 I wanted one of those cars.
 
My favorite memory in a MOPAR would have to be while in my dad's finned Plymouth. While I briefly had a 69 Charger R/T (was in college, really couldn't afford it), it was that 60 Plymouth with the Golden Commando 383 that really stands out. There was no interstate around so passing ability was a must. When he pushed "2" and opened up all four barrels to get around something, it was a dual exhaust roaring, head-jerking thrill every time.

Thanks dad for getting that ethyl-burning Plymouth and opening the Golden Commando doors to MOPAR awesomeness.
 
Buying a 1969 Road Runner in 1989.It was wrecked when it was 3 days old and had sat in a garage ever since,it had 356 original miles on it.I bought it for $650.00 and sold it for $1200.00 in 1989.I saw the car on Ebay two years ago for 10K.It had been stored outside with the windows down and the mint interior was ruined,the original exhaust was missing,the engine had been toyed with,and the car was still not together,What a shame.
Very sorry I sold it.
 
Buying a 1969 Road Runner in 1989.It was wrecked when it was 3 days old and had sat in a garage ever since,it had 356 original miles on it.I bought it for $650.00 and sold it for $1200.00 in 1989.I saw the car on Ebay two years ago for 10K.It had been stored outside with the windows down and the mint interior was ruined,the original exhaust was missing,the engine had been toyed with,and the car was still not together,What a shame.
Very sorry I sold it.

Ouch !
 
After seeing the 67 HEMI Charger post it reminded me of the time I got to babysit a real 66 HEMI Charger for the owner while he did some time in the gray bar hotel. He needed a place to keep it and I suggested I clean the white interior if I could "watch" it for him. He thought for a minute then as he dropped the keys in my hand he said "no f___ ups". The year was maybe 1983-1984; I was about 19 yrs old and going to a community college and working part time and used the car as my daily driver for two or three weeks. I sure felt like a big shot in that thing and what I really noticed driving that compared to my 68 RR is it pulled just as well with 3 of my buddies in it.

I especially enjoyed the two guys in the hopped up Camaro that pulled up next to me at a stop light while on my way to school. I just sat there calm listening to the solid lifter symphony under the hood waiting for the light and watching them out of the corner of my eye. Soon enough the passenger saw the 426 HEMI badge on the fender and his jaw dropped - literally. He started tapping the driver on the shoulder all while his eyes fixed on the fender badge. Then the light turned greed and off I went. Sorry, no drama this time.

When the owner got back he was greeted with an undamaged squeaky clean and very well running car - after I fixed the distributor and adjusted the carbs. The dizzy was so wiped out the rotor was machining a groove in the cap and it still ran!!! He wanted to see how it did so later we put some 29" tall Bruce's on it (old hard wall slicks called Bite by Bruce) and went around the corner to condition the rubber. He went through the gears shifting at 6K or so and ended up at full throttle in high at 4500 RPM with the brakes on. Kiss those rear drums goodbye! We sat there for an honest 30 seconds I'd say. People were coming out of their houses; kids on bicycles stopped and watched and the smoke cloud completely blocked the street from one house to another and went higher than the roofs. And after that extravaganza we went around the corner and did it again!! Just not as long this time. About a half hour later we went back to the scene in my car to inspect and the kids on bikes were still out there starring at the ground. There were two deep holes burned in the pavement and a spray pattern of rubber several feet behind. I could have recapped my tires from the amount of rubber I pulled off the quarter panels. The holes in the pavement remained for many years until they repaved the street.

The car is long gone and it's former owner is dead from a drug overdose. Yep, make no mistake; "Fatty" was a first class dirt bag but very intelligent at the same time. Even my parents liked him because he was so polite.
 
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