I was raised New car Prepping F M & J bodys. Learned to wash & buff paint standing on an upturned bucket to reach the roofs of countless $100 back row A,B,C & E bodies riddled with Buffalo cancer. I couldn't be trusted to move the cars at that age, so the 2 night lot guys took me out smokin... Tires. I was hooked deep. I watched land yachts big blocks chrome bumpers and RWD vanish as I heard customers protest in our small 20 employee dealership. Little Ma MoPar and our little store ebbed and flowed from bankruptcy the 44 years we where C,P,D+ AMC Jeep & Renault. Weather hangin' on by fingernails or white knuckles, we are all brothers of a small family. We all bleed the blood and praise the virtues of Mother MoPar. Give ignorance & arrogance a break. We are all one fine family.