Musings and Such:

Always remember:

No matter where you go, there you are. But it's more fun to get there in a Mopar!

If everybody drove Chevies, there'd be no winners on race day.

I think. Therefore, I drive a Mopar.

A car is a car. But nothing is like a Mopar.

The competition's last words: "I recognize those tail lights. It's that Mopar again."

Scientific Test #1:

If you were driving a 1970 Hemi-powered Cuda at full throttle and you turned on the headlights, what would happen?

Test Results:

Nothing. The 'G' forces wouldn't let you reach up to pull on the light switch.

Scientific Test #2:

If you were driving a 1970 Hemi-powered Cuda at full throttle, with a hydraulic arm assist so that you could turn on the headlights, what would happen?

Test Results:

Nothing. You'd be going faster than the speed of light.

Warning: Please do not try this at home. These tests were conducted under strictly-controlled, scientific conditions.

Ode to Mopar

As he turned the key the engine came to life,

A twinkle in his eye, a smile from his wife.

It belched out fire and roared like thunder,

The kids jumped back and stared in wonder.

Winter was over, spring fever had set in,

Blow out the cobwebs, take her out for a spin.

Rubber was squealing, gravel was flying,

Neighbors were yelling, babies were crying.

I was going fast, the gas was floored,

I blew by a Chevy, and then a Ford.

Never a problem, I was having fun so far,

My car is the best because it's a Mopar.

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