What does it take to connect a man and his son in the twenty-first century? A smartphone? A tablet? Hardly. Sometimes, it’s an orange car buried in a junkyard, a little rust on the fenders, and a lot ...
The odometer’s digits stop winking like poker tells: 3,693 miles. That’s the sort of number collectors whisper and racers roll their eyes at. Yet this 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona—V2 Hemi Orange, nose ...