About this Mopar:
My car was stolen wrecked and stripped in 1991. From a hospital parking lot in Tampa FL. It was recovered in a mall parking lot in San Antonio TX may 1993. Thats the Texas tag thats been on it ever sense. I brought my car home and have kept it garaged all these years.
Vietnam wounds and broke bones forced me to stop working in 98. The car has been a blessing for me sense then. It keeps my hands going and my mind clear. I did everything from the ground up my self by my self. After I got the body right, I repaired the finders. That was a bitch of a job. Both of them were pushed back to the core support. Oh I'd always wanted to make my own seat covers. At sixty years old that was my first set.
318 to 397 stroker blaa, blaa, blaa full 3" pipes. Sorry but I don't have a carbon fiber hood or stupid boom box.:rolling:
Vietnam wounds and broke bones forced me to stop working in 98. The car has been a blessing for me sense then. It keeps my hands going and my mind clear. I did everything from the ground up my self by my self. After I got the body right, I repaired the finders. That was a bitch of a job. Both of them were pushed back to the core support. Oh I'd always wanted to make my own seat covers. At sixty years old that was my first set.
318 to 397 stroker blaa, blaa, blaa full 3" pipes. Sorry but I don't have a carbon fiber hood or stupid boom box.:rolling:
