I was a toddler when my old man came home with his brand new factory lightweight 1965 Dodge Coronet 426 Hemi from Mr. Norm's Grand Spaulding Dodge.
When dad fired that b*tch up I ran and hid under a picnic table in our Chicago back yard. One of my earliest memories.
Car would be worth a million at least now.
Sheesh, the bull crap is flowing so much it is reminding me of the moose lodge bar.