I won't take exception to one word written here, everyone has their one car that was most special to them. Some muscle car, some leisure car, some pretty car, etc, etc. Although not a particularly MOPAR man myself, I know folks who consider the early Barracudas, those slant back things with the big curved rear glass, as early muscle cars. Mid to late '60's I think. After about the first couple years, the Cuda's were in fact real muscle cars. Then there's all the Fords (Mustangs, et al) and Chevys (Chevels, et al) Pontiacs (GTO's & The Judge) even Buicks back then with their (turbo Grand National) and the list goes on and on. Those of us who lived those times have many, many fond memories of our cars. For many, cars back then were as important, sometimes more important than girls.
My special car was a little earlier than some and in fact a muscle car of it's day ... In 1963-4 I was able to buy a '56 Chevy Bel Air, 2 door. And with it came a 265 SBC v8 with 'Tri-Power'. Yessiree-bob, to this day I'm not sure of the actual HP, nor even the rated HP, but for that day and time it was about the hottest thing on the road. Think of that, a small block v8 with three 2 bbls, and factory progressive linkage. Advertised as I recall at about 225hp. Then the next year, 1957, the 283 came out with the mechanical fuel injection (which I craved) and we tried, and tried, to no avail to adapt to my '56 265 Tri-power. But since it was designed for the 2x4bbl set up that came on the 283, we never got it done right. Oh well, can't have everything I guess.
Dang man, I hadn't thought if this for many years, but it's a sweet memory. As an aside, my first car after I married was a 1969 Buick (don't even remember the model), bigger/heavier than a Sherman tank and it had wings across the rear as wide as a D9 Caterpillar, and it was a damned 4 door no less. But both my new wife and my new MIL liked it. Now, it did have a 455 cid v8 in it, but It sure wasn't what I'd consider a muscle car and it did have a rep for sucking the gas tank dry PDQ, which was the only fast thing about it.



Oh yeh, did I mention this was my first car after I got married? What happens to a man's brain once he says "I do"?


Actually he usually doesn't seem to have too much to say at all. Y'all know what I mean, right?


Now, back to the car conversations!!!!