Long story short, through an odd series of events I am the soon to be owner of a 1968 Road Runner. I'll spare the details of how it came to be but let's just say that I'll owe my coworker a few beers when I finally park it at my house. My coworker sent me a picture of "an old charger" and asked if I wanted it. It looked like a pile of crap. But I told him I'd come look at it. A month later I finally get to see it. It still looked like a pile of crap. Covered in 20 years of dust. And probably full of holes.