The first car that ever really made me say to myself, " Whoa!" was a Jaguar some kind of E-Type.
I was probably about 14 at the time.
I remember seeing it parked in front of a store while I was walking home from work.
The visual appeal brought me to go get a better look. That's when I saw all the switches on the dash. That hooked me. I'm not sure why.
Before that day, I think I was a little spoiled. My earlier years were full of Mopars. So, maybe I didn't get too excited about them because they were always around.
The first family car I remember was a 1964 Dodge 330.
That was the car in which I climbed back and forth over the bench seat while Dad drove.
That was the car that I stood up on the seat in so that I could see out the window.
That was the car that I steered at highway speeds while sitting on my Dad's lap.
That was the car in which me and my friend made faces out of the back window at drivers behind us.
That was the car that we used as home plate while playing with a real baseball.
That was the car that brought me home from the hospital when I was born.
That was the car that my Dad used to tune in the driveway while I handed him tools.
That was the car that used to get my Dad to work on winter days after the plow filled in our driveway - a /6 and snows made that thing a tank. I don't ever remember it getting stuck.
That was the car that I used to play in when Dad had to go into the bank or wherever. I once pushed the "Drive" button and the car rolled down a little incline and up onto some railway tracks. It was within his company's yard, so not much to worry about. All he said when he came out was, "Did you steer this up here yourself?"
Hmmm.... Maybe it was the 64 Dodge.
When it died, he got a Corvair. That lasted less than 3 weeks when he got forced of the road and rolled it down a hill. He walked away from it without a scratch. I never even sat in that car.
Then came the 73 Charger. I was there when he picked it out at the lot.
That became my first car when I got my license.
My brother had another 64 Dodge.
My other brother had a 70 Coronet with a warmed over 318 that just screamed.
After paying for gas for a few years in that, he sold it and bought himself a brand new Gremlin. The new car smell made me sick once.
Up until about 5 years ago, cars didn't mean much to me. in the practical sense I guess... I didn't see much sense in buying some fancy high performance supercar that I cold never really open up. Current model cars were ugly and sickly for the most part. The only thing that made sense to me was older cars. At the time, I didn't realize that you could really get one and rebuild it for (at the time) reasonable amounts of money. I thought it was a rich man's game. it is to a point, but not always. That's when I decided I wanted another Charger. This time a 69.
I'm sorry, what was the question again?
As far as balls out.....well I blame the General Lee for that one
T'was the first car I fell in love with was the 69 Charger thanks to that show. I even collect 69 Charger die casts and hotwheels type cars. Now a days I got a soft spot for A body Barracudas. But I still want a 69 Charger too:helpme:
