I'm 26. I've loved cars since I was very young and I seemed to always fall in love with the more exotic / unique designs. Anyways, I've always been hypnotized by muscle cars no matter what they where. I was never really educated about the models and years though. When I was a teen, I would buy Local old car traders and peruse through the black and white pics. The odd time I'd circle a car and I couldn't believe a car could look that good and be purchased for the asking price. This happened a few times throughout the years and I learned that I loved challengers. It's low roof, fat back end, and long front looked bad-ass. The forward wheel whels look aggressive when ralleys where tucked up inside. THEN I SAW ONE ON THE ROAD. I was hooked. I looked for a year for a car that I could afford - $3,500 bucks. Man it was real rough, but it ran and had a 4 speed. I was scared to drive it but I needed that body just to look at. I use to stare at her for hours from all diff angles - doing nothing. My friends and family thought I was crazy, and I would end up selling it in a few months. I sold my very reliable low KM car to buy her. I now relied on Public transit. I traveled by train every weekend from toronto to my home town (140km) to work on her. I learned everything from chat rooms and challenger forums. I stripped it to metal, gutted her, rebuilt the suspension, polished everything, sourced all new parts, met a freind to aid in the engine rebuild. I did everything. I didn't go on a date, read a novel, or go clubbing for two years. I remember sanding layers of paint of of door weather stripping cause I was broke, but wanted my car perfect. I Learned body work form books and professionals around town. The story goes on and on and on...
ALL for a Car. Something about those damb challengers. It becomes an obsession and grabs a hold of you. I finished my car about a month ago. 70 Challenger RT bumble bee strip. Hemi Orange, black out hood, black interior. The 340 is built to 400+, 4 speed pistol. 8.75, 3:23. I love my car.
It's funny cause untill people saw it finished, they didn't understand what all the fuss was about. Now, everytime I go out I have offers to buy her. She's unique, desireable, and rare. I'll never sell my girl.
Sorry for rambling, but I'm sure many will understand the sacrifices we must make to obtain a dream. This was mine and I made it happen - I'm very happy! I love that we all share the passion for these cars, as I think it is unique specifically to individual cars. Almost like past relationships, and existing friendships. Each one touches your heart differently.
I'd love to get another challenger and save her, but their just so damb expensive now. If one of my friends were to share that passion and buy one - I'd work day and night to help restore her - for fun.
Sorry for carrying on. I miss my snorty little girl!
