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Posted by aalkon at September 1, 2007 1:28 PM


Late 60s Charger?

Posted by: jerry at September 1, 2007 8:54 AM

"Late 60s Charger?"

Yeah, 68, 69, something like that. I get nostalgic for rides like that, until I get to resee one up close. You can smell the unburned gasoline pumping out the exhaust, revel in the body roll as it (tries to) go around a corner, and admire the pain as it sits in front of a gas pump.

They sit in front of gas pumps a lot.

I want an Audi TT. For Christmas, but most likely I'll have to buy my own.

Posted by: Steve Daniels at September 1, 2007 10:42 AM

A little mercy here, Steve. Well tuned cars from the 60's, when warmed up, can meet todays standards for unburned hydrocarbons out the pipe. Lean 'em up and drive them soft, and they will beat today's cars for mileage (same weight and power).

Those old turds are a carnival ride on the corners, compared to what we have today.

Posted by: doombuggy at September 1, 2007 1:27 PM

TO: Amy Alkon, et al.
RE: Impressive

That Charger would go well in THIS town.

This town being very much into automobiles.

I see more souped-up/restored/classic autos here than I have in any other community I've lived in all my life.


P.S. And THEN, there are the bikers!!!!

Posted by: Chuck Pelto at September 1, 2007 1:44 PM

Actually, I'm very sensitive and I don't recall that one being an eye-burner/brain-acher.

Posted by: Amy Alkon at September 1, 2007 3:13 PM

Posted by: Doobie at September 2, 2007 2:25 AM

Posted by: Crid at September 2, 2007 7:51 AM

Ahhhhhhh, memories! The first car I got snogged in was a '70 Dodge Charger...sweeeeeeet. >.

Posted by: Flynne at September 2, 2007 4:56 PM

The first car I ever struck out in was a '71 Dart.

There have been many since.

Posted by: Crid at September 2, 2007 6:52 PM

That one's a '68, Amy. My sister bought a '68 and I bought a '69 the next year, in large part due to having driven hers.

Contrary to the assumptions and expectations of some, they were both superb cars regarding handling (no soft suspension with either of those beauties) and the drive train from engine to axle was rock-solid. Our Chargers had 383's, a known item for each of us, and even Dad, who preferred big Chryslers, Imperials, Cadillacs and such, enjoyed driving them.

My silver '69 is what my bride and I took to Jackson Hole for our honeymoon in '71. There was heavy snowfall that year and the pass had only recently been cleared prior to our June 5th wedding in northern MN, so I went by, when snow fell again, literally & honestly, every car in my way in accessing the top of that MT pass going west. The new radial tires helped immmensely, but that Charger drove like a train knowing the rails.

Amy, I really enjoy your car pictures. I've been sort of in love with you ever since the Rambler theft, which I learned about from Cathy & then mentioned my reactions to on Cathy's World.

A hot red-headed jewish lady who likes cars?

Oh baby, that's so fine!

Posted by: Curtis at September 8, 2007 5:08 PM


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