Dodge Challenger 18. And 19, 20, 21.

September 14, 2009 at 6:08 pm (Dodge Challenger) (, , , , , , , , , , )

That’s kind of unfair to grab them off a car lot, but they were displayed so enticingly and so here they are.

Variety from: Basic-move-you-around-from-place-to-place, or move you fast and in a cloud of bye-bye dust. (V8 6.1 Hemi Manual SRT) For the bargain price of 45 Thousand American Dollars!


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Dodge Challenger 14 / Walking Advantage

July 30, 2009 at 5:38 pm (Dodge Challenger, Pictures) (, , , , , , , , , , )

While walking around to capture all those wonderful bench images you have been seeing and will continue to see for another week or so, we walked right past the Bettenhausen Dodge dealership. Across the street, they have more cars (and more benches), but one vehicle in particular caught my camera eye. Can you guess?

Is it cheating? I say no. We weren’t looking for the Challenger, the Challenger was there already, waiting for us.

Damn, I love this car.


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Dodge Challenger 12

July 23, 2009 at 3:08 pm (Dodge Challenger, Pictures) (, , , , , , , , )

It was on the way to the trail. Only managed to get one photo. But it counts.

(Check back later when I post the Challenger nemesis, “Chevy Camaro”. Also red and driving home with us Tuesday night from Addison. 355/80/57 and beyond…cool night shots!! They look more scary that way! Evil GM Corporation!)

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Dodge Challenger 11

July 17, 2009 at 11:27 am (Dodge Challenger, Phone Camera, Pictures) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

It’s been a long time for me to find one on the road! Here it is, shiny and parked at the Arby’s! Less talk. More pics:

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Dodge Challenger 10

July 7, 2009 at 4:17 pm (Dodge Challenger) (, , , , , , , , )

This is sad. I am desperate. Thank you, honey for getting the picture, but I need MORE!

I have seen many cool Challengers on the road in the last few weeks, but they are all going in the opposite direction and I can’t get a photo opportunity quick enough. Red with black racing stripes, charcoal flat, orange, deep red/maroon; It stinks!

Unless I have the camera on and ready to take a picture at any moment while I am in the car, and practically aimed at the road… I will continue to miss these vehicles. I feel that tactic might be bordering on the crazy-compulsive rather than the quirky-compulsive that I would feel more comfortable being labeled with.

Anyway, until something better comes along…sigh…take a look at these. I enlarged the pictures as much as I could with my limited computer skills and free computer imaging software, while still trying to maintain photo recognition. And we have:

The "bad" one first. Squint and look deep into the mirror. The reflection is the car.

The "bad" one first. Squint and look deep into the mirror. The reflection is the car.

And there it goes! You've seen enough by get the idea.

And there it goes! You've seen enough by get the idea.

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Dodge Challenger 9

June 13, 2009 at 1:18 pm (Dodge Challenger) (, , , , , , , , )

Luckily, this one was sitting still. I have seen many in the last few days. Well, two parked at a dealer, and two on the road. So that’s four. I felt like the dealer ones were cheating. And the two that were driving I just couldn’t get my camera/phone out fast enough.

This one was sitting at the local park. Baseball game. The people in the lot most likely think I’m crazy, but it’s all for posterity.

Today is going to be a lot of driving—going to a party far, far away from my home—lots of chances to see another Challenger in its natural habitat.

How sad for me! I need a life! But, fingers crossed! Pics below.


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Dodge Challenger 5

May 12, 2009 at 11:18 am (Dodge Challenger) (, , , , , , , )

On the road yesterday! Yes, I was driving and taking pictures with the camera on my phone. That’s why they’re not super-great. But who cares. Here’s another one. Enjoy!


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Dodge Challenger 4

May 5, 2009 at 12:18 pm (Dodge Challenger, Pictures) (, , , , , , , , )

Found this little gem in Car and Driver magazine,  leafing through the March 2009 issue while waiting for my mom at the doctor’s. It’s not a mag I generally buy even though I know I could probably find lots of Challengers there.

This car is on a whole other level and it costs more than my house. Seriously. Probably won’t be seeing this driving around town,  posing  for my picture collection, but here it is offering you this warning:

If you see me at a light, don’t even waste your time trying to race me. I’m faster than you just sitting still.


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Dodge Challenger 2 / The Older

May 4, 2009 at 10:28 pm (Dodge Challenger) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Dodge Challenger, 1974. Maroon with white interior. My parents car, as promised.

I’m going to try and keep the words to a minimum tonight. I was up late last night and will be up late tomorrow, so maybe I can get to bed before midnight here in the Midwest.

I scanned in the pics and all I can say is modern technology rocks. These pictures have been buried for years and now I can look at them whenever and wherever I want on any computer-like device. I can even make a million copies, better than the original, and have them forever.

One dreary little side note: The picture of my dad with us, is one of very few that I have at all, so it’s really nice to have this capability.

OK that’s it. Above and below. My mom and my dad, with us and the car. It’s in the background so you have to look. And it’s better in my mom’s picture because my big-head sister isn’t blocking the view. Also, please excuse our very “Seventies”  look,  it was the SEVENTIES!!

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Dodge Challenger

May 4, 2009 at 1:05 am (Dodge Challenger) (, , , , , , )

I love this car. It’s my favorite car in the whole world. And I know exactly why.

My mom and dad had one when I was little. That’s all. It was a 1974 maroon exterior with white hardtop and white interior. Nothing extraordinary happened in it or with it, I just loved it. Idyllic childhood hopes and dreams and all that. The psychologists are earning their money. I wanted that car more than anything else. But they sold it to the brother of my babysitter when he turned 16 and he promptly ran it into a tree and totaled it completely.

Oh the agony of that news when I was 9 or 10. I think I cried I was so upset. I’m sure if I think about it I can trace back down the years, but it doesn’t really matter now. It was silly to think that my parents could have kept that car for another five or six years waiting for me to grow up. Plus, it only held five of us, and that was pretty tight, and we were going to be six. You could have three kids in the back when I was little–no car seats.

Anyway, when I turned… well, I don’t know exactly; I was an adult and already married, so I had to be over 23; but anyway… I bought my own Challenger.

1974. It was orange, with a black hardtop, black interior and golden mustard trim details; by no means perfect. With a reconfigured motor that we weren’t sure what the original idea for was, held in with chains. Ridiculous.  But it drove good and loud and it was all mine.

I loved that car. I loved seeing it sitting in my garage. I loved seeing all its extra parts laying around waiting for the chance to join in the party. I loved hearing it start. I loved that deep rumbling feeling you get in your chest when you are standing so close to too much power. I loved watching it shake and threaten to stall. I loved the way it practically jumped out of my driveway into the street and then I loved every single motor mount we had to replace because they kept breaking off. Not the way I would drive. That would be the ex. I was like an old lady. Just motoring. Slow and happy, not caring to make a lot of noise, just satisfied knowing that I could. And I loved it when the motor was separated from it for the final time and hung desolately from the rafter overhead; downgraded to a motor stand and then finally the floor. And I loved it as I watched it being towed away from my house—flat bedded at least–as it drove down the block and out of sight; sold for reasons that I just can’t get into ever again. And I cried. I cried alot. For the car, for myself, and for what it meant to me in my life, before, and the life I was about to have. I’m crying while I’m typing now. It was just heartbreak all around. It felt a lot worse then, but the memory feels pretty bad now.

I know that probably seems really silly and kind of stupid; overly dramatic; but I don’t care. Time does take care of the small details and its alright now. Everybody has their things that keep them from jumping off the cliff, so you just never know. Be kind.

Anyway, as I was going thru the old pics I have been trying to organize, I found the only two shots known to exist of my parents car.

And I found plenty of pictures of the one I had. It is sad, actually, I took so many pictures of it you would think it was my child.

And I noticed that I seem to have taken pictures of the first new one I saw on the road over the holidays last year. We were driving to Florida and it was in the rest stop. I think this might be a trend for me now…hence the new idea:

The Challenger Post with my old pics, the new ones I find on the road, and any other articles or info that I might gather throughout my daily life.

(I just remembered that I went to the car show when they first got concepted back into reality and I took a bunch of pics with my cell phone. I had it as my front for awhile. But when I needed a new phone my pictures got lost with it…that kind of stinks. I do have one more drawer of crap though, so cross your fingers! Maybe there is a roll of film or something that I forgot about…)

Anyway, again,  first set of pics will be below. It’s got to be the new one because the old ones got to be scanned and the scanner is in the bedroom where the boyfriend is sleeping and I don’t feel like explaining what the hell I am doing at one in the morning if he wakes up when I’m not even sure myself. Idiocy and lunacy. It’s late, but I feel ok.

Enjoy the pics and definitely post any pics or comments you have. I know I’m not alone on this car thing. Sleep sweet and dream fast.

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