The windows on the old Plymouth are open. As a car guy, you take this as an invitation of sorts. You stick your head through the open driver's side window and are immediately overcome with nostalgia.

In the pantheon of the Mopar-verse, there are indelible deities, such as the hemigods of the second generation, there are heroes, like the Dart GTS or the original ‘pony’ car, the Barracuda, and there ...