Decided to tear apart my Road Runner and redo the car better than I did the first time. Kind of a long story about the car and why it is special to me. Back in 1984 when I was 16, there was a guy in a neighboring town that was heavy into Mopars. He had a 5 acrce or so chunk of land leased on the outskirts of town filled with cars and parts. At the time I had a 73 Cuda that I had just had repainted and got driveable. My cousin who is a year older than me had a 73 Charger that he needed something for and asked if I wanted to ride with to go see this goofy guy and hope to be able to buy a part from him. This fellow was known to want crazy prices for what he had and really didn't want to sell anything. Anyway, we make the trip, and just like we thought, were unable to make a deal on what my cousin needed. While we were there, a blue RR caught my eye and I went to check it out. The guy said he had just brought it to WI from Texas and was going to resell it. He wanted $2200 for the car. Of course at that point in my life, I had no money and always had to sell my current car to buy the next one. I really liked the B-body and made the decision to try to get it. Took me about a month to get a decent offer on my Cuda, which just happened to be $2200. Although I thought the guys asking price on the RR was high for the condition it was in, I wanted it. With funding now available I got ahold of the seller only to find out it was already sold. Ended up forgetting about that car, kept my Cuda for another year, and bought a hopped up Duster a year later.
Then life got in the way, got rid of my Mopar, went to tech school, started working full time, built a house, got married, had 2 kids. 2004 went through a nasty divorce and lost 1/2 of everything I had worked for.
In 2005 I met a woman who had recently lost her husband to cancer. We hit it off, and she turned out to be a car gal to boot. Knowing that I used to love these old cars, she talked me into buying a 69 Road Runner convertible to help get my mind off my current life issues. Then one day her son came home from school talking about a girl in his class mentioning that her Mom had a old Plymouth. It was her Fathers pride and joy until his untimely death from cancer a couple of years previous. Sounded like the Mom was finally going to be ready to sell the car. We got the contact info and made plans to check out the car. Turns out it was a fairly solid blue 69 Road Runner that had been sitting for some time. By this time it was no secret the car may be for sale and the woman had several other people contacting her. My future wife and I seemed to hit it off with her and made a deal for her asking price. Found out later another guy offered her $5000 more than I bought it for, but she didn't care for the dude as he talked about fixing it up and reselling.
Got the car picked up a week later. It was very hard for the woman as she broke down in tears the whole time we were there, but said several times she knew it was going to a good home.
I knew the guy who I talked to in 84 was still around, so I called him asking if he thought this was the same car I looked at 20 years earlier. He confirmed it was and told me that he sold it to the widows husband who hardly put any miles on it. Also told me he heard it might be for sale and was trying to buy it back from the woman, and I knew of at least 2 others were as well.
Unfortunately I didn't take any pics at that time, but here is what it looked like after taking it kind of apart. Found out it still had it numbers motor and 4-speed.
Then life got in the way, got rid of my Mopar, went to tech school, started working full time, built a house, got married, had 2 kids. 2004 went through a nasty divorce and lost 1/2 of everything I had worked for.
In 2005 I met a woman who had recently lost her husband to cancer. We hit it off, and she turned out to be a car gal to boot. Knowing that I used to love these old cars, she talked me into buying a 69 Road Runner convertible to help get my mind off my current life issues. Then one day her son came home from school talking about a girl in his class mentioning that her Mom had a old Plymouth. It was her Fathers pride and joy until his untimely death from cancer a couple of years previous. Sounded like the Mom was finally going to be ready to sell the car. We got the contact info and made plans to check out the car. Turns out it was a fairly solid blue 69 Road Runner that had been sitting for some time. By this time it was no secret the car may be for sale and the woman had several other people contacting her. My future wife and I seemed to hit it off with her and made a deal for her asking price. Found out later another guy offered her $5000 more than I bought it for, but she didn't care for the dude as he talked about fixing it up and reselling.
Got the car picked up a week later. It was very hard for the woman as she broke down in tears the whole time we were there, but said several times she knew it was going to a good home.
I knew the guy who I talked to in 84 was still around, so I called him asking if he thought this was the same car I looked at 20 years earlier. He confirmed it was and told me that he sold it to the widows husband who hardly put any miles on it. Also told me he heard it might be for sale and was trying to buy it back from the woman, and I knew of at least 2 others were as well.
Unfortunately I didn't take any pics at that time, but here is what it looked like after taking it kind of apart. Found out it still had it numbers motor and 4-speed.
