Hola!
Eron here. (It's pronouced "Aaron". Yes, odd spelling, but I'm an odd guy.) I'm 36, married, and I live smack between San Francisco and San Jose in the foggy state of California.
My lovely wife drives the good car (Land Rover Discovery Series II) while I drive a 2005 PT Cruiser, Touring Edition. I sold my '65 Dodge Dart not too long ago and have had to resort to tinkering on a '66 VW Bug.
I've always been a Mopar fan. Always always. My Dad started my Mopar fixation with his 1966 Dodge Dart GT, black with red interior. Gads but that car ruled. I was in it when he beat some punk kid in a 1969 Mustang fastback. I think I was 7 at the time... car was older than I was. The guy across the street from us (for most of my childhood) had a 1968 Charger R/T, 426 Hemi, 4 on the floor. That thing rattled windows.
My first Mopar was a 1972 Plymouth Duster (Gold Duster). 318 engine, auto transmission.... I beefed up the timing chain, put on headers and dual exhaust, moderate cam, Offenhauser intake, Carter Quadrajet, Hush Thrush mufflers, and I tightened up the front suspension. A buddy foolishly asked, "How fast do you think it'll go?" I pinned the speedometer in that car.
Man, I miss it.
