Curious, we all no doubt have different experiences that led us to the mopar fold. Usually, it is a family members car, or a friends that got us hooked.
For me, started as my parents '66 dart wagon that they drove all over the place and I became a huge fan of it's dependability even as a kid. Then, just before getting my license, a friend of my older brother took me for helluva ride in his 69 road runner...scared the crap out of me...loved every second of it. That cemented my loyalty to mopars. Two years later, I bought that road runner and still own it today. By my signature you can tell I bought a 66 wagon too.
What's your story?