Thanks for this story. I was in Chicago, and visited a Dodge dealer in the west side (Naperville?). On the walls were musclecar pictures, but looking closer, they were actual phosos. I asked for more information. They said the guy out back…that’s all I heard and left… I met, I recall his name was Dan Singleton. In the shop I remember seeing all kinds of cool stuff - too many to name or remember. I think a T/A. I remember a dual spark plug Hemi on the floor. I was in heaven. Dan took me from cool thing to cool thing. But, sitting quietly in the corner was an ugly brown 66 Coronet. My eye kept going towards it wondering if it could be a hemi car. Why have something that plain, unless it was. I asked, and yes. Dan got a big grin on his face. I think he said something about it being his favorite… This was 1989. Growing up in Idaho - you just didn’t get to see this stuff. I was giddy. I think it had less than 15k miles on it. Bench seat with some weird psychedelic-pattern cloth, dog-dish hubcaps, and the only chrome I remember were the letters spelling DELUXE on the quarters. I told him I really really would love to go for a ride in a hemi car some day It had been raining, and he didn’t like to take it out anywhere near rain. Well, we gabbed long enough for it to dry up. It was time. My first hemi experience. The Coronet was parked, backed up against the cinder block shop wall. Pump pump, whine whine. pump pump, whine whine, repeatedly drawing some gas. Then BOOM, a big black cloud punched the wall, flattening itself and coiled upwards. It was alive. Heaven. I got in. The clatter of the solid lifters reminded me of a slant six. But, I was shaking in excitement. I am shaking right now typing this… Dan would manually shift the columned automatic, first, second, third, but the engine didn’t seem to care what gear it was in… It pushed up against the torque converter stall no matter what gear it was in. Sounded the same, pulled the same. Then, pulling out onto I think old highway 30, about halfway through the first gear r’s, Dan punched it. I think that bench seat back was 8 inches thick - I sunk 4" into it. I don’t remember the tires giving up. I remember the nose came up. The sound was still the lifter clatter. Just a first gear pull, then Dan lifted at the same time shifting to 2nd. The torqueflite sleepily hit 2nd, then the tires did the hugest hard bark once shifted. That bark was off the gas. The sweetest momentum bark. I was laughing. Kid in a candy store, mopar kind. I’ll never forget it. Thank you Dan!