A story....feel free to skip it. In 1969, I turned 16. There was an "old man" in a nearby town who bought a brand-new 1969 GTX. My best Mopar buddy and I thought it was the most beautiful car we'd ever seen, and we just couldn't figure out what the old guy wanted with it. It was bronze or copper colored, a 440 auto with air, road wheels, and it was gorgeous. We figured that he and his wife must have been car shopping, and she said, "Oh, honey, look how pretty that one is. I love the color." We figured they had not a clue what they had. Fast forward...a few years ago his son told me that he (the son) bought a new '69 Super Bee and showed it to his father, who said, "well, what do they make that's got a bigger engine than that?" The son told him. He said the next morning, a Sunday, his dad got a nearby Mopar dealer that was friend of his out of bed to sell him the GTX. So yeah, he knew exactly what he was buying. Years later, we figured out that the "old man" was about 50 when he bought the GTX. My buddy bought one in about 71 or 72, and drove it and raced it for a while. In fact, he had it during the time I had the sixpack Challenger, so we had a lot of fun on and off the strip. My wife (who still rides in the Mopars with me) and I took his GTX on our honeymoon in 1972 because it had air. I later traded a .44 Magnum Marlin carbine and $700 for the GTX that I've now had for over forty years. On a sad note, that lifetime best buddy passed away a few weeks ago, and we carried his ashes to his final resting place. In my GTX. His family thought that would be exactly what he would have wanted. If you've read this far, thanks for letting me share the memories.
Funny thing...the old man still likes the same stuff he always did!
