Jack Meoff
Mopar Maniac
I consider myself very lucky to have an M body as my daily driver. Some people like the supposed comfort and convenience of new cars....bluetooth, mp3 player, heated seats...etc. To me they just seem like plastic "vehicles"......not "cars". I feel nothing when I get into a new car....no pride, no emotion, nothing.
When I get into my Fifth every morning I get the feeling....as tacky as it may sound.....that I'm with my old friend. As soon as I sit in the drivers seat and see that dash.....look out over the hood and see that Pentastar hood ornament it makes the idea of going to work so much easier. I fire up that die hard smogger 318 and I automatically get reminded that I'm not driving an androgynous cookie cutter lunchbox on wheels with a hamster engine I can barely hear. No Sir.....what I'm driving is "special". An elegant time piece from a time when cars were cars and not "vehicles". I've been driving my Fifth daily now for at least three or four years. Spring, summer, fall and the absolute hell that can be Canadian winters. Not once has this car ever let me down. It faithfully and dutifully does it's job everyday with out a single complaint. On mornings where it's pounding rain or freezing cold or whatever the weather is doing. I head out into the elements to make my way to my trusty steed. Cursing under my breath at the skin peeling wind I get to the door, open it up and get inside. As soon as I close the door....the wind stops and I immediately feel like I'm (for lack of a better way to put it) home. I'm with my good friend, faithful, loyal and ready to make my day a little better. So I head out on the road to work. It could be an okay day or it could be a hell day......but either way I know that for that brief period I spend everyday getting there.....that time will be great. Tunes on......that lazy boy style drivers seat....that low subtle rumble of my 318.....and that beautiful old school suspension just floating along....and of course pulling up to the lights surrounded by "vehicles" that can only be told apart by their badges. And everyone at those lights pretending that they don't see this gorgeous example of Chrysler history idling that sweet music of a cast iron V8 sitting beside them.
Truly like an good friend....and I feel damn lucky to have that friend. The beautiful part is....when the good weather hits...my two other good friends come out too....
I love all of my cars.....but an honorable mention has to go to that never let me down faithful Fifth. I've clocked a whole lot of miles on that car with many more to come.
Every click has been an absolute joy. So to my trusty old friend I say
Thank You.
When I get into my Fifth every morning I get the feeling....as tacky as it may sound.....that I'm with my old friend. As soon as I sit in the drivers seat and see that dash.....look out over the hood and see that Pentastar hood ornament it makes the idea of going to work so much easier. I fire up that die hard smogger 318 and I automatically get reminded that I'm not driving an androgynous cookie cutter lunchbox on wheels with a hamster engine I can barely hear. No Sir.....what I'm driving is "special". An elegant time piece from a time when cars were cars and not "vehicles". I've been driving my Fifth daily now for at least three or four years. Spring, summer, fall and the absolute hell that can be Canadian winters. Not once has this car ever let me down. It faithfully and dutifully does it's job everyday with out a single complaint. On mornings where it's pounding rain or freezing cold or whatever the weather is doing. I head out into the elements to make my way to my trusty steed. Cursing under my breath at the skin peeling wind I get to the door, open it up and get inside. As soon as I close the door....the wind stops and I immediately feel like I'm (for lack of a better way to put it) home. I'm with my good friend, faithful, loyal and ready to make my day a little better. So I head out on the road to work. It could be an okay day or it could be a hell day......but either way I know that for that brief period I spend everyday getting there.....that time will be great. Tunes on......that lazy boy style drivers seat....that low subtle rumble of my 318.....and that beautiful old school suspension just floating along....and of course pulling up to the lights surrounded by "vehicles" that can only be told apart by their badges. And everyone at those lights pretending that they don't see this gorgeous example of Chrysler history idling that sweet music of a cast iron V8 sitting beside them.
Truly like an good friend....and I feel damn lucky to have that friend. The beautiful part is....when the good weather hits...my two other good friends come out too....
I love all of my cars.....but an honorable mention has to go to that never let me down faithful Fifth. I've clocked a whole lot of miles on that car with many more to come.
Every click has been an absolute joy. So to my trusty old friend I say
Thank You.
