In the late 70’s my older brother had a Cowl inducted 396 Chevelle, he took me and my 2 buddies for a ride, I think he was hoping to scare us by going fast down a city side street. I remember today the induction flap at the base of the windshield wide open as he banged the 4 speed, and looking over to the Speedo and seeing it passing 100 (I know now how dangerous it was now) before he woah’d us up. I wasn’t scared, I thought it was cool. A few years later (early 80’s) a friend of mine traded his olds gutless for a 68 383 Roadrunner. Many nights were spent cruising around the Twin Cities in a sinister dark red Mopar(at least thats what other people appeared to think) that seemed to turn on, when the others turned off, we pegged the Speedo many times down the highways around town and the car was magic at high speed. We couldn’t get many people to street race but it seemed the few that would always seemed to be other Mopars. I found that while the Chevy & Fords looked good, mostly the Mopars would only be crazy or stupid enough to run light to light. I was driving a Chevelle greenbrier wagon that hauled people better than [I should have my mouth washed out with soap for using such terms], which was fine until it needed a new transmission which I couldn’t afford, but I had seen this lime green bumble bee looking thing with huge Crager mags on it parked on a hill with a sign on it, so went to take a look. $650 later I was running a 1970 Dart swinger 340 that spit and crackled and sputtered around, the guy had some huge offenhauser manifold with a nasty(in a bad way) themoquad carb that was spewing fuel out of its seams. Way out of my league so I had a friend mechanic put a stock manifold and a carter AFB that he had lying around, replaced the stupid rear meats with stock 70s and I was in business. Couple of months later, a while down the road, I came up to my buddy’s roadrunner at an intersection to a highway. He blew me away off the line but the High winding 340 went by him in 1st, he caught me but with the 340, I was going to 5000-5300 between shifts and I kept going by, he finally went by me again somewhere north of 110. I was hooked! We ran hammer and tong many times and had similar rip snorts vs a couple of other mopars guys around, it was a blast and we always had big grins on our faces win or lose. That’s why I’m here. Mopar or nocar.