It was a beautiful summer day in 1963 in the plains of the Dakotas. I was fourteen years old. A friend of my father had just purchased a brand new '63 Chrysler 300 convertible. He brought it to our house to show my dad. It was red and I thought at the time it was probably about the coolest car I had ever seen. The man asked my dad if he wanted to go for a ride. Of course he said yes and I was standing next to him so I got in as well. I knew it would be special because he had already opened the hood to reveal the dual four barrel 426. To say I was excited would be an understatement. I sat in the back seat (no seat belts at that time). At one point, I looked at the speedometer and it was registering well over 130. There was a lot of open space and not many patrols where we lived so I think we were relatively safe. I am sure my mother wouldn't have approved of our speed but I thought it was great. The sun shining and the wind blowing on my face made for a memorable experience I can still relive today. I can't say I have ever owned a 300 since but I did see the identical car at show this summer. Perhaps it was the same one? Probably not but I will never forget my first ride in a Chrysler 300.