h0wb0y
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I have always loved cars. When I was very young (five or six), I would always beg to be taken to any car show I heard about. My step-father was a bodyman and I enjoyed learning everything I could from him - but everything I learned was mostly at car shows because my family could not afford a project car.
At the car shows, I always wanted to head to the MOPAR section first. I think at that age, I initially just really liked that the colors were always so much brighter than most of the rest of the pack - but I started to learn that most of the older guys that would take the time to answer my questions in great detail were the old MOPAR guys. I think this began to grate on my step-father's nerves - partly because these guys knew more than him - or maybe because they had more patience then he did - not really too sure. My favorite car was the Challenger. When I told my step-father this, he made it very clear to me that talking with the MOPAR guys and even looking at the MOPARs was a complete waste of time - because I would never be able to afford one anyway.
I remember thinking, "f*** this dude" - that day. Let's just say I made a good call that day.
Mowing every lawn I could find - I finally saved up enough money (when I was about 12) to buy --- a rotted out old 1966 Mustang. BAHAHAHA - it was no Challenger - but it was mine. It took me a few years, but I figured a lot out on that car - and I just kept on finding different cars and building them when and the best I could. I guess I just lost that somewhere.
Fast forward to a few months back (I am almost 30 now), I was talking with some guys at work about some of the projects I have had in the past - and that I really missed having a project. One of the guys mentioned that his dad has a few older cars sitting around in his field. He had no idea what Make/Model any of the cars were - but he said that he didn't think there was anything out there worth more than scrapping really.
Being that I was kind-of leaning towards doing some sort of rat-rod, I thought - sure - why not go take a look at this old graveyard.
When I arrived, it was basically what I expected. A bunch of older trucks and mid-eighties generic cars. And then I saw it. I mean - it's not any super high-end trim package or anything - but - it was a Challenger nonetheless. And I was lucky enough to buy it for very little.
It will be a long road, and it may have taken me 20 years to get one, but by God I am building my damn dream car. --- and so it begins.
1971 Challenger
318
Automatic - Column Shift
Green on Green on Green
Drum Brakes
40,000 Original miles
All numbers matching
Just about 100% complete car
Never wrecked that I can tell
Rust in floor, a little in quarters and fenders, but no rust (besides surface rust) everywhere else - rockers, subframe, torque boxes, towers, windshield track, etc. all seem to be pretty good.
The day I got it:
(After 20+ years of animals got it)
Progress pictures to come.
At the car shows, I always wanted to head to the MOPAR section first. I think at that age, I initially just really liked that the colors were always so much brighter than most of the rest of the pack - but I started to learn that most of the older guys that would take the time to answer my questions in great detail were the old MOPAR guys. I think this began to grate on my step-father's nerves - partly because these guys knew more than him - or maybe because they had more patience then he did - not really too sure. My favorite car was the Challenger. When I told my step-father this, he made it very clear to me that talking with the MOPAR guys and even looking at the MOPARs was a complete waste of time - because I would never be able to afford one anyway.
I remember thinking, "f*** this dude" - that day. Let's just say I made a good call that day.
Mowing every lawn I could find - I finally saved up enough money (when I was about 12) to buy --- a rotted out old 1966 Mustang. BAHAHAHA - it was no Challenger - but it was mine. It took me a few years, but I figured a lot out on that car - and I just kept on finding different cars and building them when and the best I could. I guess I just lost that somewhere.
Fast forward to a few months back (I am almost 30 now), I was talking with some guys at work about some of the projects I have had in the past - and that I really missed having a project. One of the guys mentioned that his dad has a few older cars sitting around in his field. He had no idea what Make/Model any of the cars were - but he said that he didn't think there was anything out there worth more than scrapping really.
Being that I was kind-of leaning towards doing some sort of rat-rod, I thought - sure - why not go take a look at this old graveyard.
When I arrived, it was basically what I expected. A bunch of older trucks and mid-eighties generic cars. And then I saw it. I mean - it's not any super high-end trim package or anything - but - it was a Challenger nonetheless. And I was lucky enough to buy it for very little.
It will be a long road, and it may have taken me 20 years to get one, but by God I am building my damn dream car. --- and so it begins.
1971 Challenger
318
Automatic - Column Shift
Green on Green on Green
Drum Brakes
40,000 Original miles
All numbers matching
Just about 100% complete car
Never wrecked that I can tell
Rust in floor, a little in quarters and fenders, but no rust (besides surface rust) everywhere else - rockers, subframe, torque boxes, towers, windshield track, etc. all seem to be pretty good.
The day I got it:
(After 20+ years of animals got it)
Progress pictures to come.