Keep in mind I was born in 71 so my first memories are somewhat hazy, LOL.
Anyhow it musta been 74 cause I remember the bi-centennial parade had either happened or hadn't happend yet and being only three at the time it all seems like a dream. As it turns out my biological father and mom were finally on speaking terms, and he decided to come over and take us (mom, sister and me) out to get something to eat. Well, he comes rolling up in what to me, in retrospect, and in my memory, seemed to be a scary sounding yellow and black thing, After convincing me it was fine the memory stops, untill we arrive at wherever we were going and I recall mom not knowing where the seat release was and him showing her it was on the side of the seat and her saying that's a stupid/ hard to find of a location for a seat release. (not exact but something like that)
Fast forward 35 years to the last family reunion, and I am talking to my aunt (mom and father had both passed on) about this very thing, and she conforms that the car was indeed a 70 Dodge Challenger, yellow with a black top and interior and that it was loud! She tells me that my father drove the car for a year or two and then sold it to her husband for $600 who in turn beat the shi* out of it and sold it for $100 in a drunken stupor. I asked her if she has any pictures and she said that she might, but I have to go to her house in Port Orchard cause she "aint digging them out for no reason"
Rewinding 28 years, finds me walking to school in the sixth grade every day and seeing a cream colored rallye Challenger parked in a yard which awoke the earlier memories.
Rewinding now, only to 92, finds me and my GF, now wife (commom law) cruising the neghborhood looking for Mopar (she had bought The 69 Charger with money her mom left her and we were hooked at that pont!) when we come across a tarp covered 70 Challenger. At that point we were like "cool" and kept driving. About a week later, I was driving home from work and saw that very 70 Challenger parked on the street with a for sale sign on it. I looked the car over and it was a mess, something anyone else would pass on the street and say "gawd!, send that thing to the junkyard" I on the other hand, knowing that if it wasn't rusted out and if it ran, then I had to have it. (Experience with the charger had taught me these lessons early on in my mopar madness)
The car was missing only the headlight bezels, hood trim and quarter extension molding, all of the edges and body lines were outlined in neon day glow green. The right front fender was dark green as was the decklid. All in all it was by far the ugliest car in town, but I knew better and saw it for what it was, a diamond in the rough.
Now it's time to let my kids drive it and make their own Mopar memories to tell her kids/ friends and share on great sites like this