Letter of the Month: Dad’s Pride and Joy
“It was 1972. Just me and my dad, a single father and his only child. He had a lot on his plate with raising me while making $2 an hour.
Still, he managed to buy a one-of-a-kind, special-order 1972 Charger Rallye. It had a 400 with a Slap-Stik-shifted 727 TorqueFlite, concealed headlights, black louvered taillights, black canopy roof, and those horizontal louver marks on the door, which were eye level to me at the time. He ordered it just the way he wanted it, and it cost about $3,500.
Eight years later, he met my stepmom and took on all her baggage, which meant he then had four kids plus my little brother on the way. He did the “right thing,” and…
