Chrysler always had a way with words, mainly when naming its cars. There is something of an untouchable essence in the nameplates of Mopar, see-sawing between playful joy and cutthroat performance.

Whenever I see a rusty classic in a junkyard, I think about how many decades it must have spent in that very spot. Because it takes a few good decades for a solid car to morph into a rust bucket. But ...

The 1970 Plymouth Road Runner arrived at a moment when muscle cars were starting to trade grit for comfort, yet it doubled down on being loud, simple, and unapologetically fast. While rivals layered ...

The Plymouth Road Runner has always owned a special corner of my heart, have to admit. They say it's always that way the first time a youngster loses a loved one. Mine slipped away exactly ten years ...

If the Golden Age of American Muscle had been a monarchy, the Dodge Charger and Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda would most certainly be perched upon the thrones, with the Challenger, Coronet, and GTX filling out ...