My dad was a big Mopar fan back in the day... I grew up watching Richard Petty who was sorta of a childhood hero of mine. Still remember the 1966 Charger 383 v8 with red interior my dad had when I was a kid. Dang I thought that was cool! When I was in grade school I remember being a crossing guard, and on the particular intersection I used to patrol there was a black 'Cuda that used to park at that corner. Still remember how beautiful I used to think that pure black 'Cuda was. I used to stand there in awe just drooling over that thing! The old Mopars to me just had something that none of the others did... and still do. Muscle and memories... just something particularly special about 'em.