Single Best Memory...

[triple_green]

best...eating camaros, corvettes and rustangs alive with my "hopped up" 69 340 4-speed Dart Swinger in the late 70s and early 80s.

worst...having a 67 Shelby GT500 pull away from me at 120 mph on I-5 south of Tacoma, WA (in the 69 Swinger).

[greenpigs]

   In a Mopar it was in high school, 1990 and I smoked a buddies 65 Malibu SS with a semi hot 283 in a 70 Fury with a mild 440. Plus the fury had an extra steering column, two sets of heads and a bunch of other stuff in the trunk plus another bud riding shotgun. It was at a train overpass after school and I pulled away so fast from him he said I was using spray. But it was his red face that I remember most after getting his ass handed to him by a poo brown house.
  The car still exists as I didn't have the money to buy the ride from my uncle which he sold to one of his friends that stills owns it. Later my uncle said he asked 2K because he didn't want me to have the car as it was to quick and he would never forgive himself if I got killed in it.
  The best one in the Charger was the first time I got sideways and hazed the tires going into second...on a fresh rebuild.

[daytonalo]

AH , LET ME SEE , OH YEA , WHEN I LOST MY VIRGINITY AT THE AGE OF 40 !!!!!!!!   I REMEMBER THOSE 30 SECONDS VERY WELL !!!

[PocketThunder]

AH , LET ME SEE , OH YEA , WHEN I LOST MY VIRGINITY AT THE AGE OF 40 !!!!!!!!   I REMEMBER THOSE 30 SECONDS VERY WELL !!!

Now if you would have said at the age of 20 it would have been more believable.  but since we know you are into boats that are usually crawling with two piece bikini's, the above statement is presumably false.

[suntech]

My first memory with a Charger, was when a buddy of my sisters boyfriend came over, with a black 70 r/t. He took me for a ride, and i was addicted. This was back in 1977, and i was only 14 years old. I started racing boats when i was 16, and did that , up to a couple of years ago, then i figured it was a good idea to call it quit, after chraching out in 135mph, and got spinal fractures for the 3´rd time
Time to dig up an old dream, and it was a fantastic feeling to fly over to the US, and drive the car from Chicago to Reading,PA.

Rolf

[dads_69]

best...eating camaros, corvettes and rustangs alive with my "hopped up" 69 340 4-speed Dart Swinger in the late 70s and early 80s.

worst...having a 67 Shelby GT500 pull away from me at 120 mph on I-5 south of Tacoma, WA (in the 69 Swinger).

I can relate to the loss. I was near Bremerton in my '69 charger racing a new Pontiac Trans Am GTA, I thought I was doing fine at 130 mph, he decides hes gonna pass me by 4 car lengths and I finally said screw it, I couldn't catch him after that. I stopped looking at my speedo after 136 or so mph since he was so far ahead of me anyways.

[sick dawg]

When the guy at the auction said sold!

[uud looz]

Back in about 86 or 87 I was 12 or 13 my older brother came home one night with this 73 charger.  It was a 318 car, buckets and floor console, dual exhaustwith loud glass packs.  It was in all grey primer but it had cragar ss's all the way around and some fat 50's on the back.  It may not seem like much now but at the time it was the coolest car I'd ever seen. Not to mention I loved the way it sounded. (I am one of five kids so the only other cars we had growing up were ugly stationwagons.) Some guy owed him money and gave him the car instead. So for the next year or so the car just sat behind my parents house he never did anything with it. I used to sit in it and pretend to drive, I loved that car. Then one day I come home from school and he is out there getting it started, the next time I looked out there it was gone and this 78ish jeep wagoneer was sitting in its place, my brother traded the guy even... yep I said even!!!  I was heart broken, it was like my best friend just moved away. I swore that one day I would own one. He still lives near my parents which is about an hour and a half from me, so I dont see him that often, mostly holidays and hunting seasons but for years every time I saw him I would always bust his chops and say "you remember that charger that you stupidly got rid of" It took him quite awhile to finallly admit to me that it was a bonehead move.  After I bought my 72 and had it looking the way I wanted, I made the trip to my parents for a family bar-b-que with it (I never told anyone in my family that I bought one or even that I was looking for one.) When I got there he told me that when he saw the charger coming up the driveway he knew it had to be me. He was looking at my car with the same envy that I used to look at his... that was an awesome feeling.

[JimsSE]

I gotta add to this my best "Charger" memory.

September 1984.  2 weeks before I went into the USAF.

A buddy of mine raced his 72 Demon 340 at Beaver Springs Dragway, PA most weekends.  Anyhow, I took my '75 SE and decided to put it in the trophy class (for the first time).  It had a 360 2V, single exhaust and all.  Probably like 2.71 gears or something and over 100k miles.  I made two runs.  The first was for a dial-in and the second was actually to race.  I think I dialed in at about 16.5 after running the first pass at 16.68.  I went back to the pits and teaked on it a little bit...figured I'd pick up a couple of tenths.  Ha.

On the second pass (actual race), I was lined up against a Monte Carlo or something. On a .500 tree I cut a 1.2 light!  I think I heard the announcer comment on how late I was.  The Monte must have had a 15 second dial in 'cause I think he actually left before me I was that late!  Bottom line...I ran a 16.67 and didn't make it through one round.

Why it's my favorite Charger memory?  It was Labor day weekend and there were NHRA alcohol funny cars and dragsters there.  The stands were full and there must have been 10 - 12,000 at the race.  My car was so quiet, I could hear the announcer say that my black Charger was "a great looking car" as I approached the beams. That was an unbelievable feeling.  A few seconds later that feeling was lost...re read the previous paragraph!

Here's a couple of scaned pix taken in '84.

[69bronzeT5]

Haven't had a memory involving driving it yet but the WHOLE night I got it was definitely the best memory

[Harlow]

took my satellite out for the first time to a big televised marathon they used to have up in boulder, CO. Called the Bolder Boulder. A ton of people walking along the streets around the CU campus, almost no other cars out just me. Was really fun. Didn't do anything major just peeled around some corners and things like that. It was a great feeling though. Can't wait to get another muscle car.

[Rolling_Thunder]

Best memory...     ummmm   Me and the girl I have had the hots for going on 7 years now...      we went out to a nice dinner and then to a friend's party where she had a little too much to drink (I had just enough to not say stop)  and decided to start telling me how much she really cared about/loved me and why we never dated was because she was...         anyway...   She ended up making the first move and I was with the girl of my dreams in the Charger...                  I was on cloud nine for a day...    until the next night when I saw her again and she asked me "Alex, What happened last night, I feel really bad about it...."    my reply went something like  "Well...      ummmm....     dont worry - I forgive you"   

[Mefirst]

Story begins when I was about 6 years old. My brothers buddy had bought an American car. I just heard my brother talking about it, I had no clue what it was.. Later that week I found out. There weren't that many American cars around where I lived when I was a kid.. I was playing around in the front yard when I heard this low rumble, like a thunderstorm, looked up and saw this red car rolling down the road towards our house. The cars front end looked just like a sharks mouth, remember it scared me a little. The car rolls into our drive way and I could see the car shaking and hearing the low growling sound as it idled, it looked like it was going to attack me at any second... My brothers buddy got out and asked if my brother was home.. I told him that he was inside.. At the same time my brother came out and he and his buddy got into the car... As the car started to reverse, I saw my brother say something to his buddy, after that his buddy stoped the car and rolled down the window and then I heard those magic words -Wanna go for a ride?

What happend next is something Ill always love my brother for. My brother opened the door and got out and said to me, you sit in the front seat and he climbed into the back seat. I could hardly see over the dashboard. I instantly loved the way the shifter looked, it was this chrome T shaped shifter. My brothers buddy eased the car down the road and up to the highway... Then..... I thought my head was going to explode, the engine suddenly started to scream and my body was pushed back into the seat so hard I thought I would go through it.. This feeling hapend 2 more times as my brothers buddy went through the gears...

After that experience I promised myself that someday I would buy myself a musclecar... I got to ride in that 69 Mustang (Sorry, not a Mopar) several times, and I loved it... Thats how I got into musclecars....

Then in 2002 I bought my Charger... The feeling was as intense when I first drove it as it was when I was 6 years old and got to ride in the Mustang.. Sadly that feeling didnt last long, the engine in my Charger was this lazy smogger 400. But when I bought the Charger, it was an animal when compared to driving my mums Toyota

Later I bought a 440 and rebuilt my Charger into a "Stock" dragrace car... So the best memory I have today is when I got the Charger done and took it to the track and got to line it up at the lights the first time... Sadly that day also became one of the sadest days Ive had, after 3 runs the 440 engine got hurt and I put it out of its misery during a fourth run... But good things follow the bad. Now I'm looking forward to hearing my 426 Hemi run...

/Tom

[68isgr8]

My hubby and I bought my coronet r/t from his aunt and uncle just before his aunt had passed away. The coronet was their daily driver for many years then his uncle decided to tear it apart to restore it. The car sat for ten years untouched. The following summer after we got the car, hubby started sanding it down  &  had rebuilt the 440. His uncle was (and still is ) very depressed over his wife's passing. We were able to convince him to come up to our place and help Jerry paint the engine bay.  While the bay was being sprayed uncle Carls face lit up and he was smiling from ear to ear. He looks over to me and gave me a big thumbs up. I couldn't help but to get emotional. Getting the car up on it's feet under it's own power I feel it revived his spirits remembering the times he had with his wife and for a short time uncle Carl wasn't drowning in his own misery. This is my special memory involving my car.  

[Ghoste]

I've followed this thread since it came up and I still can't get it down to just a single greatest memory.  The thoughts that crop up most of all though seem to be centered around one theme so maybe that is as close as I can come to participating in this thread.
When I try to think of a single greatest memory in the Charger(s), I think of various roads around the community here and those certain moments when you are out driving them and everything is perfect.  The weather is perfect, your frame of mind is perfect, the car is running perfect and you are just rolling along with a big smile on your face and not a care in the world.  Those times when you really feel like you are one with the machine and you know in the back of your mind that it doesn't get any better than this.

[JimsSE]

Ghoste

Even though I started this one, I'm now having a tough time too.  That's why I had to post second one a couple of days ago...

I like your train of thinking though.  On a Saturday evening, temp about 75, sunny (but not in your face), wife is happy, kids aren't fight'n in the back seat, etc., etc.,

Jim

[71ChallengeHer]

As everyone on here knows , I've owned Mopars since I was 17. My son loved racing, car shows and Mopars since he was a baby. Shelby on the other hand was a girly girl when she was little. I tried taking her to dirt tracks, drag racing, ect. She didn't like it, it was dirty, smelled funny, had jiffy johns, ect. The only place she liked going to was Carlisle because they had clean bathrooms and green ice cream. Most people know the story about her Super Coupe and that I owned it for a couple years. I bought back in 98. When I took it home, Shelby hated it. It was ugly, didn't have PW, PL, AC , it was old. One night we took it out trying to get the tires to break loose. Shelby was sleeping in the back seat. I tried, my brother tried and finally I told Tom, you try. ( a good friend of my brothers, he owned a 70 Swinger 340, 4 sp) He got it to break loose. Shelby woke up and said" What was that? " I said a burn out. She said " I like this car now. Do another one !" I kissed her little face and said I waited 8 years to hear you say that. It was priceless.

[Magnumcharger]

How 'bout second best memory...meeting this dude....wish I could have bought a car from him!!

[moparstuart]

How 'bout second best memory...meeting this dude....wish I could have bought a car from him!!

was it grand ?

[Magnumcharger]

How 'bout second best memory...meeting this dude....wish I could have bought a car from him!!

  was it grand ?

spaulding!

[blackcharger]

73 road runner,340 4 speed, Hot Blonde in the front seat (didn't wasit time getting in the back) teaching me about the B&Bs 

[MichaelRW]

It's 1970 at the finger bowl, er, I mean drive-in movie, in the back seat of my 1969 Charger with a pretty female and Bullitt is playing.

[High Impact]

My story dosnt involve a charger  as my Dad is a chevy guy and of course wanted me to get a Camaro or Corvette, Chevelle..........something like that but what started it for me was his old work car which was a 1970 Grand Coupe Fury!   The one with the Paisly top and interior with the 383 two bbl,   thats what started it.  I can remember him getting stuck in the snow and how he'd be just winding that thing out and the snow blowing off the rear tires until it came sideways out of the snow pile that the plow's left.  Just that sound still gives me shivers!

Well,  when it came time for me to get a car of my own I found a 72 Rally Nova that was pretty nice for a $1000.00  (1989)  and Dad said "if you want it I'll buy it........well,  I pondered and finally said "naw,  Im gonna pass"   My dad could'nt believe it.   That year I was in the local AUTO CLASS at the High School and someone had donated a 1968 Sport Fury,   it was rusted and looked pretty bad (Light yellow colored showed the rust!)  but it was just COOL    and the teacher said that the school was going to sell it by bid's  so I had my girlfriend submit an offer and so did I.    As it turns out after two weeks of being advertized WE WERE THE ONLY ONES TO BID ON IT!   What I got it for $320.00 was a 383 4bbl-automatic with buckets,console,factory Tach,3.23 Posi,Power Budd disk brakes,Power Steering,6-way power drivers seat,rear defrost, REAR SEAT-OVER THE SHOULDER SEAT BELTS,Max Cooling package,Unsilenced Air Cleaner. 
This thing was cool but ran kinda funny so the teacher came over and ripped off all the spark plug wires and said "NOW PUT EM BACK ON THE WAY THEY SHOULD BE!"   For some reason someone had swapped Cyl-5 & 7 and it ran alright till you got into the throttle,  then it would back fire!   OK,  this is the coolest memory for me:   I started the car (which I was amazed it ran because I had the wires run every which way) and it fired right up and settled into a nice tone.   I backed out of the shop and   STOOD ON THE GAS   THAT CAR WENT SIDEWAYS AND SCREEEEEEEMED LIKE IT HAD NEVER BEFORE!   It actually scared me to the point where I was shaking alittle and could'nt feel my fingers!!!!!!!!!!   I will NEVER FORGET that feeling.   And it started with rusted out Furys.    MOPAR FOREVER!

[FastbackJon]

Lots of good memories, but one that stands out is last year on the freeway though town (speed limit 60 mph). It's the summer time about 6pm, still light outside.

I was in my red '66 440 Charger cruising next to a black '66 Charger with a 426 crate hemi, side by side going about 65 mph, all the windows down. Both cars were even originally built on the same day.

So here we are, four lanes, he's in the fast lane and I'm in the next one over, no one else around us except back a ways. We look at each other and I see him bring his right hand up and then he drops it pointing forward, and we both nail it. I instantly start to pull away and get up over 100 with him a few car lengths back in my rear view and decide to shut it down to avoid a felony.

That was fun.

[Hemidog]

A lot of great stories here, cant wait till summer!
Only owned the car for two years, and driven it one summer, but the biggest moment is the day i got the car registered! especially the celebration