had a favorite car, and if you've got a photo of yours taken before
1980, I'll be glad to include it here.
That's me standing behind my 1970 Dodge Challenger around September of
Wilson, daughter of the local Dodge dealer, drove it to school during her senior year and I fell in love
with it. The racing stripes, the front hood pins, orange
dual exhaust. What's not to love? Forget about the
that a girl drove it.
I was driving a 1966 Mustang passed
down to me by my sister (another girl's car!) who was at college and
wasn't allowed to have her own car. (!?) I somehow
convinced my dad that, with all the big bucks he paid me the previous
summer painting his gas stations, plus all the money I promised to earn
the following summer, he could well afford to trade the 'Stang for the
A few days later, Daddy came driving up the hilltop to our
house in the Chal, stunned at how easily the "383 Magnum" engine took
the incline. "I didn't know it had that much horsepower,"
his words as he gave me the keys. (Note to self circa 1970:
never allow your future children to drive a high-powered
A year or so later, Malcolm Thomas told Daddy he
couldn't find an insurance company that would cover me driving the
Chal, so I bid farewell to my teenager's dream car and started driving
an Oldsmobile. Major bummer!
Major bummer #2 is realizing how much a mint condition 1970
Dodge Challenger R/T brings at a Barrett-Jackson auction!
back on the Chal, I must have looked like a spoiled brat to other kids
at CHS, but Fortuna's wheel never stops spinning. Decades later,
I'm a high school teacher in Alpharetta driving my dinky Ford Escort
past the student parking lot full of Porsches, BMWs, and Mustang GTs.
And that's Major Bummer #3!
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