So how far back does your Mopar experience go?

My time started as a small child (born in 1970) and Mopars were part of my earliest memories. My blood father always had dodge trucks or vans. My legal father (long story) had lots of rides but he loved Dodge trucks and his black Ramcharger. My stepdad had a silver '73 Satellite Sebring and my step-grandparents had a white Chrysler New Yorker and a red Dodge Demon (which I thought was really odd since they were hyper religious). I learned to work on cars on the Satellite and my mom's '74 Gremlin (I have an affinity for AMC's as well).

My first Mopar was an antique white '67 Dodge Monaco with 383 that my cousin and I were partners in. We drove that thing like we stole it and street raced it a lot. We won a lot but also got beat a lot. It was all just for the thrill and we didn't take it seriously. Anyone who cruised Madison Ave in Indianapolis during the mid to late 80's might remember me and my crew. When we parked it was always at Super Shops (until they wouldn't let us park there any longer) or in the point of where Madison and East streets merged over by the White Castle.

I've owned a few Mopars since then. A '70 RR, two '68 Chargers, '70 Charger 500, '71 Charger, '70 and '72 Dusters, '69 Valiant, '67 Crown Imperial, '78 Magnum, '69 Coronet, '69 Fury III, '84 Turismo, '86 Laser, '05 Dakota, '86 Ramcharger, '78 B300 extended van. I'm sure I've forgotten one or two but oh well. I currently own '00 Dakota, '68 Barracuda, '69 Dart, '72 Charger, and, my baby, my '65 Plymouth Sport Fury. I've owned various GM and Ford products over the years but always come back to Mopars.

That said, I wasn't really a Mopar guy until I was about 12 and then it happened. I was playing with some friends at my cousin's house when I heard this mean sounding car coming down the alley. I stopped to see what it was and then it appeared. It was a beautiful hemi orange 1965 Plymouth Sport Fury. It had no hood on it with a tunnel ram and dual carbs sticking up with chrome air cleaners. It was as clean as can be. I watched as he turned on to the street and could see the big tires on the rear. Then he goosed the throttle a bit. I watched those tires break loose and heard that engine roar. I was in complete and total awe. Anytime I heard that sound from now on I dropped what I was doing and would go watch it drive by. Guy obviously saw me doing this so he would always give me a smile and a wave and then proceed to chirp the tires for me. That car, and it's owner, cemented my love for Mopars forever and why the '65 Sport Fury is my favorite Mopar of all time.