When I was in grade school a kid in high school had a blue 68 Charger, and his brother had a 70 Duster, or Demon, with a crazy 70's paint job. Their dad owned a body shop.
The kid wrecked the entire front end of the 68 after school one day, the dad fixed it, and did a horrible job matching the paint.
70 440-6 GTX, lime green, near my house growing up- immaculate. Bought the model and built it, still have it.
67 Formula S near my high school for sale for $1,000, too much for a high school kid at that time.
68 GTX blew the doors off of my friend one night. He turned in front of us going out a long country road, and my friend commented about the "crappy Dart" that just pulled in front of us, and he was going to blow it away. I immediately corrected him, and egged him on at the same time. He had his car pinned at 120 for about 10 miles and this guy kept slowing down, then down shifting when we got close. Boy that thing made a sound when he pulled away.
Here is the best part. At the end of the road, he waited at the light. We pulled up next to him, gave a nod of acknowledgement, and turned right.
He continued to wait at the light.
My friend gunned it hoping to provoke the GTX.
As we again approached the other end of the speedo, we kept looking back. We were both freaking out knowing he would come for us. Before he was out of sight and only a matchbox in the rear window, he came after us and blew buy like we were standing still.
It was a huge rush, and my friend and I will never forget that crappy Dart GTX.
It was an odd color combo too, a metallic brown, with black on the very bottom, and a white vinyl top- it looked factory in every detail.
I will never forget that, and it is one of the finest memories.
For some reason, although Mopars always seemed utilitarian when I was growing up, Diplomats, Aspens, 4 doors and wagons, they were also always unobtainable- (the ones I wanted anyway), either rarely seen, too much money, or never for sale.