TimHudgins
Member
Listen, fellow Mopar masochists.
I’m hunting for your half-finished, soul-sucking, wallet-vaporizing ’68–’70 Charger project.
The one your spouse calls “that stupid car” every time they trip over a fender in the garage.
You know the one:
Requirements (I’m desperate, not stupid):
Located in Texas — will travel anywhere for the right kind of pain, including Alaska.
If you’re on the brink of lighting it on fire or listing it “for parts” out of pure spite, DM me first.
I’ll take your heartbreak, your half-finished dream, and your HOA violation notice — and give the Charger a fresh shot at redemption.
Think of me as your automotive exorcist. I don't mind puking, crawling up the wall or reciting bible verses to get thr
Let me cleanse your garage of this beautiful curse.
I’m hunting for your half-finished, soul-sucking, wallet-vaporizing ’68–’70 Charger project.
The one your spouse calls “that stupid car” every time they trip over a fender in the garage.
You know the one:
- The body shop ghosted you after the second deposit
- You’ve bought the same part three times because you forgot you already did.
- Your friends stopped asking “How’s the Charger coming?” two years ago.
- Your therapy bills cost more than your rear end gears.
Requirements (I’m desperate, not stupid):
- Rust-free
- Straight frame.
- Roller or nearly complete.
- Ideally in primer or ready for paint.
- Title that doesn’t still have your ex’s name on it.
Located in Texas — will travel anywhere for the right kind of pain, including Alaska.
If you’re on the brink of lighting it on fire or listing it “for parts” out of pure spite, DM me first.
I’ll take your heartbreak, your half-finished dream, and your HOA violation notice — and give the Charger a fresh shot at redemption.
Think of me as your automotive exorcist. I don't mind puking, crawling up the wall or reciting bible verses to get thr
Let me cleanse your garage of this beautiful curse.
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