Super weird that this was posted yesterday, but I'm the son of the dude who owned this car. We — the family — still have it. Far as the "schmuck" who found himself in possession of it, he died almost 10 years ago. As to why he was selling it, he wound up getting sick and we were hard up for cash. He hadn't told my mom and I yet, I guess, and I imagine he was trying to get rid of it as part of putting his affairs in order.
My dad was a little eccentric and kooky, but he was a good man to those who knew him.
The funniest part of this whole thing I guess is that I remember when my dad bought it. His thought process was, "Garlits is a Mopar legend. God forbid he passes away, this is *just* the kind of quirky piece of history that's going to stand out to collectors."
Meanwhile, my old man is long gone and Garlits is still alive and kicking lol. Crazy.
I posted a video of my bike running to instagram this morning and a buddy of mine replied, "When are we gonna get that Chrysler in the background running?" I told him the story of the car and he didn't believe it, so I went googling to find some of the shit talking my dad endured after posting it for sale lol.
Unfortunately, after my dad died, I couldn't really stand to look at this car, and it's sat ever since. It's in pretty rough shape these days. That cloth top needs to be re-done, the paint needs to be re-done, I'm sure the nitrous lines need to be re-done, etc. But the glass work is still in tact, which I think was the most special/interesting part of the car.
My dad absolutely loved this thing.
For some weird reason, seeing all of this now actually made me smile. Seeing this thread pop up feels like a sign that I guess maybe it's time to get it fired back up. I don't wanna get all hippidy dippidy here, but thanks OP for making this post at this random and weird moment. You just lit a fire under my ass.
