My father was a racecar driver in England in the late 60's and early 70's, so when he came to Canada in the early 70's, he was talking to a guy on the plane who had a Challenger. Stuck driving sissy Brit cars til then, he decided to look into the whole Muscle Car craze of North America. He bought a '72 Challenger, but dropped in a '70 340, high compression slugs, and warmed it over to around 350HP. He had a reputation as THE street racer to beat, and could row that slap-stik like nobody's business. I would go with him to the races, and we'll always play around in the Chally. He NEVER lost a single race, but to this day, we reminice that the closest he ever came to losing was to a 454 El Comino.
It started life out as a white Rallye with a green vinyl roof, and all green interior. Eventually the vinyl came off, and the whole car was done in metallic green (with aluminum shards to reflect sunlight)
(we used to play BatMan, and altho he drove, I was always BatMan and woudl say stuff like "hit the rocket booster" which basically was the go-pedal, and the toque would press me into the seat...good times!)
To this day, I have vivid memories of the car (and a pic from 1974 with me sitting on the hood) and recall sitting inthe passenger seat, looking up, and not being able to see the top of the dash. He sold in in '81 for $500.00
In 1994, when I had some funds, I went looking for a '72, and had it painted all dark metallic green in memory of his old Challenger. Now, my head pretty much touches the roof, but when I drive it, I feel like that little 5 year old playing BatMan, and hittin the booster rocket.
Excuse me...I have tolay some rubber down memory lane...
