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.
That factory lightweight hemi, the "Flying Barber Dodge" (fwiw, my father was a machinist, not a barber) was a local racetrack fixture--super stock--in my youth.
RN = GFY.
