new to the group, but i love mopars! i have two challengers at the moment. 1972 drag car, 1973 car in restore. now the 72 has a good story. so if you dont mind i'll tell about it a little.
I think this might be a story that is of human interest. I was born to Allan and Janet on January 27th 1972. Two years later my parents were divorced. Through out the years my dad came and picked me up for the weekends. In 1984 my dad purchased a 1972 dodge challenger. He and I worked on it, more him then me of course. I really loved that car; in my heart I thought this car was my replacement in his life. In 1998 my dad passed away. I was really pissed at him, & god for dieing. I asked my step mom what she was going to do with his car (our car). She did not know what she was going to do with it at that time. Six months later or so, she told me that she had sold it. I felt I had to bury my dad all over for a second time. In 2002 I buried the idea of ever finding the car again. On January the 21st 2004, I was watching the barrette Jackson auction and was thinking all those sons, and daughters out there that are going to be pissed at there parents for selling cars that they helped to restore. The next morning I went to “E-BAY” to find a part for my 1973 dodge challenger and the very first entry that came up was my dad’s car. It was at new car dodge dealer in Carrollton Ga. so I called my wife and told her about it. She asked if I was sure it was my dads, I said wait till you see the pictures. Then she said, “that’s your dad’s car” when she saw them. Then I called my mom and told her too. So I called the dealership in Ga. and I talked to the sales manger. I told him that I was from St. Louis mo. not down the street from the dealership, and if he would go to the challenger that was in his display room and look at the rear seat area to see if there was a 8 inch Chrysler pin star formed into the sheet metal. He looked and said, yes how did you know? I told him it was my dad’s car, and I would like to have it back. So he told me what the cost would be to get it back home. I went to the bank, they told me no way. Then I went and talked to my mother, as I'm driving to her house I'm ripping my heart out knowing that she couldn’t help me and I was going to bury the idea of getting that car again. I get there and she told me that she would buy it for me, man I cried like a baby. She gave the money to me, and my wife and I where off to Carrollton Ga. 27 non-stop hours later the 1972 dodge challenger was home in the garage. We plan to hand the car down to our children.
P.S. dads and moms pass them down
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