What a memory, middle of senior year watching a car roll into place for sale as I drove to school. Paint, chrome, and glass reflecting all the light it could after a wash. Sunfire gold metallic, with green vinyl interior. Seriously this rolling street art made by a company I had a fever for at the time. A little Mopar infatuation if you will. Had me stop my little car right in the street. I just stared at it, and knew I wanted it more than anything. It was so aero dynamic, and clean. I pulled my car over to chat the owner up. I didn’t care that I didn’t have the money I would find the money. I started talking the guys ear off about all the information I knew but when he opened the door to my dream it was quite different than I expected. I have a habit of falling for the unwanted diamonds, and this was going be my third Mopar by the age eighteen. I sat down in the seat feeling it not sink down like most of these old muscle machines and even though it had a column mounted shifter it had a clutch pedal. I looked at the guy with kind of a shocked look. He laughed and explained a three on the tree, the fact it had a slant six, and a ridiculously large gas tank. It was a poor mans build sheet but that’s why it was still in great shape. After a short talk, and promises I didn’t know I could keep I raced to school plotting my ownership. I just happened to be hitting that moment where graduation gift ideas were floating around my families heads. After excited face, and not shutting up about the car my grandmother sent a check for a thousand dollars. In tradition it should have been a canon camera. But instead it was a 1972 Plymouth Satellite coupe. What a car, so many memories, frustrations, and fun. It wasn’t super fast but it looked like it could eat anything on the road. It makes me feel super old knowing in 2000 you could buy a car like that for a grand. I sold the car along time ago, but wherever you are thank you for the memories, and thank you family for such amazing support and love. I cherish every moment I got to be that age with that wonderful car. You can’t replicate how special you feel. I try to keep that feeling in mind with my kids.
