When I was ready to buy my first new car, I had my heart set on a 67 SS 396 Chevelle. My best friend had a 66. The small town I lived in was Chevy and Ford country and with no Mopars around I didn't know anything other than Hemi's were winning at the tracks and NASCAR. Styling, mechanicals, I had no clue. I had a Chevelle located that filled the ticket for me. Dad and I drove to the dealership, looked at it, drove it, and haggled over the price. It ended up that my dad told the salesman he was $200 to high, and if he was able to come down we would buy it. He didn't come down so we left. On the way home he told me, I saw a pretty good looking Plymouth in Wetumpka the other day. My response was sure you did, in a sarcastic tone. We got to the turn that led to home and he kept driving and we ended up at the Chrysler dealership in Wetumpka. When we walked inside there was a triple black 67 440, 4-speed GTX and I had to admit it was a good looking car. Dad didn't exactly want me to have the 440, but in the meantime I had picked up a dealer brochure and I actually liked the Satellite trim better. I ordered a Satellite that day. 383 HP, 4-speed, 323 sure grip. It came in about 4 weeks later and I drove it back to my job and wasn't home for about two weeks. The weekend I got back home, went up to the local hangout and my friend with the 66 Chevelle came in. He said he had heard I had a new car and wanted to know if it was broke in yet. I said it's about as good as it will get. He says let's go see what its made of. We went up to the local place where there were 1/4's marked off. I beat his car 3 car lengths 3 times in a row. I have been a Mopar guy ever since. His Chevelle was rated at 350 HP and my 383 at 325 HP and my car on the skinny 775-14's was able overcome that deficit as well as his 350 or better gears and wider tires. Ofcourse he had some kind of excuse for each run, but never asked for a rematch.