Carmine
Old Man with a Hat
That's just a good, simple, honest old Mopar. A part of me is sad to think it's 6000 miles away and we'll likely never cross paths. But when I look out on a typical southern US automotive landscape, (as I sit in a supermarket parking lot) I realize it's in a better place, in the hands of someone who appreciates it. Any of these people could have chosen it, but they bought generic Asian garbage instead. I'd gladly feed them all into a shredder and laugh like a maniac.