My Dad worked at a Chrysler plant during World War 2. It was the Plymouth factory in Evansville, IN. They built wings for the F4U Corsairs, a gull winged fighter plane. After the war, and when union negotiations became hostile. he quit and went to work at a local charity hospital.
However, I guess the love of MOPARs was already ingrained in me. My first car was a 1948 Dodge which I purchased for $100. I didn’t take good care of it, and it hit the junk pile not to long after purchase. My second car was a 1949 Plymouth which I drove to Cherry Point NC where I was stationed. The car developed engine problems, and I thought I could do the repairs. I got it apart but never succeeded in getting it reassembled. My next car was a 1953 Plymouth Cranbrook which lasted through my military service, and a collision on the way home after discharge. I had learned enough to be able to do all the service and repair work on my own car by then.
Of all the cars O have bought since then, only a 1978 Pontiac Grand Prix wasn’t a Chrysler product. I then purchased a 2006 Chrysler 300 C. Oh my goodness, it had everything in it. The battery and a major part of the electricals were in the trunk. It had a bank of breakers that looked like they were for a large building. The Hemi engine performed as expected. However, the transmission failed five times. The fifth one was not under warranty, so I decided I needed a change of direction.
Martha and I went shopping, and I fell in love with a four-cylinder Jeep Cherokee. It gets 31 mpg and drives as fast as I care to go anymore. We are in our twelfth year together, and if it should fail me, I would probably buy another Jeep.
I am not just Hemi ready anymore.
