Alright then, I'll make you guys feel a little younger. I got my drivers liscense in Dec. of '69. There was no way my father would ever let get a car like a Road Runner though. When they went out to get me a car for college in '71, I had found a used '65 Barracuda that someone had swapped a 340 into. That was a no go too. :brickwall: I was always defending my love of Mopars with my class mates. I would hit them with the old GarageMens Company, and Found On Road Dead jokes, and dare them to hit me with something for mopar, which they never could. So I would hit them with, Move Over, Plymouth Rapidly Approaching! They never learned!