Moparsmitty
Well-Known Member
I love these stories. Mine is from 1964. I'm a high school kid in a small town in eastern Oregon and I'm about a month from getting my driver's license. One day my friend Charley calls me and says that his older brother Bill just bought a new Dodge and we need to go down to the Sinclair station where he works and take a look at it. We show up and there are probably 20 guys already checking it out. It was a brand new '64 Dodge Polara hardtop Max Wedge 426/Torqueflite, black with red interior. I was awestruck. I'll never forget how that Maxie sounded when he started her up. When he rolled out of the station and lit up those crappy factory bias ply tires, well, I was hooked for life. Later, I asked Bill if I could drive her when I got my license. He said "Kid, you've already been as close to that car as your ever going to get." I lost track of those guys when I graduated and went into the Air Force, but I'll never forget Bill's Polara,