It all started in 1993 for me. Fresh out of the Navy was looking for a Camaro (eek!) and found a 1973 Challenger Rallye that had just been painted a non factory Mother color. Had no drive train in it. Picked it up for 3500 bucks with 74,000 original miles. Carb was shot on it, installed a Carter ABF and Edelbrock manifold for good measure and some headers. A rag had somehow got left in the lifter gallery that was used to catch pieces of the old gasket. The car ran like a scalded dog for about 20 minutes until the rag got sucked up by the cam shearing the oil pump shaft in the process. Time for a motor rebuild.
Fast forward to 2000, I had lost my job, my house and with it a place to keep my beloved Challenger. In order to save her from the harsh Chicago winters I reluctantly GAVE her to a relative. She sat in his garage used as a storage rack for various crap. Over the last 16 years had thought about my baby and all the good times we had. Found a 67 Dart that I had high hopes for to try to satisfy my thirst for Mopar. She was too far gone. Then it occurred to me that I should just talk to my relative about getting my baby back. A 5 minute phone call and sure enough my baby will be home again soon. While she has seen better days the emotional attachment to her is unbreakable. As she looked in 1993:
Fast forward to 2000, I had lost my job, my house and with it a place to keep my beloved Challenger. In order to save her from the harsh Chicago winters I reluctantly GAVE her to a relative. She sat in his garage used as a storage rack for various crap. Over the last 16 years had thought about my baby and all the good times we had. Found a 67 Dart that I had high hopes for to try to satisfy my thirst for Mopar. She was too far gone. Then it occurred to me that I should just talk to my relative about getting my baby back. A 5 minute phone call and sure enough my baby will be home again soon. While she has seen better days the emotional attachment to her is unbreakable. As she looked in 1993:
