NZ,
I have to admit that the Mopar Faithful in these parts are a different breed. YEARS ago, not long after I got my Chally, I pulled into a gas station, and there was a guy with a '69 Coronet, 440cid all #'s matching, dark green. NICE car. And instead of wanting to race, or play "mine's nicer than yours", he appreciated the Chally for what it was. He was part of the local Mopar Club, so I attended a few meetings.
When I had a Mustang (ok...I've had a few FoxBoxes in my day...to learn how to drive without crashing...I've written off 3 of 'em) EVERY buttmunch with a Mustang wanted to race, like he had somethign to prove!! I think that's why I like smokin them SO much with the Chally. Just to shut 'em up!
There is a local with a '69 Camaro...blower motor, slicks, parachute...a true 9-second car. I know I'd lose, he knows I'd lose, yet neither of us has ever felt the need to say it. It's called respect.
There is a gathering on Friday nights were the muscle get together in one parking lot, and the rice and crotch-rockets gather across the street, then when the trash-talk gets to be enuff, we all go to a designated spot for the street drags.
(I think I've mentioned it before)
I met up with a few guys one night, one had a '69 'velle, and one a '65 Chevelle. Nice guys, and we went cruisin', hunting for Rice.
It's at the point now where it's Rice Vs. Muscle, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend. The Muscle guys are starting to tolerate our Ford/Chev/Mopar differences to combat a bigger problem.
And with the body kits, and mental attitude, I consider Foxbox Mustangs to be Wannabe-Rice!
