How legends are born.
A kid walks into his local Chrysler-Plymouth dealership in 1969 and buys a new 383 Road Runner. The car’s not quite the hottest thing available, but it suits his purpose nicely. He drives it to work during the week and hits the strip on Sunday. First time at the track, the beeper turns 14.39. Our buddy is surprised the car is so quick as the competition is mired in the mid to low 15s. Our guy comes away feeling like a million bucks. Three weeks later, the car shows its grille at the local strip again. This time it has a fresh pinstripe running down its sides, a chrome open-element air cleaner, Cal Custom finned valve covers and a 3-gauge cluster hanging under the dash. Three weeks’ worth of bragging to…