#*slaps his roof so hard it resonates* a lot of space for to fit all the trauma religion and dine forget abusive family

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He's so fucked

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Halloween with Jay

🎩 - our muses go costume shopping together 

“You didn’t say ‘no peaking’ so I thought I’d take my chances.” Matt said, holding the curtain of the dressing cubicle to the side. Only just far enough for him to eye Jay with a smug smile on his face but shielding her with his long posture from other curious eyes. Not that there were many customers out in the costume shop. Which surprised Matt a bit, considering it was Halloween but then again, who else went shopping this late for an event on a Tuesday afternoon? He surely didn’t mind anyway, as it gave Jay and him all the space they needed. “You really want me to turn around?” He gave her a little pout after being caught staring at her half-dressed body. Every line and curve were still in their familiar place and the only thing holding his hands back from lingering over her soft skin was the fact he already enjoyed their time out together without his hormones. He liked keeping it that way. “You look really good in that.” He complimented at last, never actually having complied to her request of turning around. She’d probably never really expected him to anyway. His words were true, however, he knew Jay looked as beautiful as ever in literally anything she wore. Including this little devil costume. A bright smile formed upon his lips, happy that he could make her happy. “Love, it’s called irony. And it’s still very matching!” Matt pointed out after getting a remark on his outfit. He’d traded his original satan suit for one of an angel. The fact it fit him well only added to its humour, he thought. “C'mon, just admit you like it. You’ll be able to tell everyone how I’ve fallen for you.”

🎈 - our muses go to a Halloween party together

“You look dead.” That was the response the bantering lad gave Jay as she twirled around for him, asking him how she looked. “What?! I mean, to be fair, that was what you were going for, wasn’t it?” Matt held up his hands in surrender though there was no innocence to be detected in his grin. Luckily, Jay saw the humour in it. One of the things he loved most about her, though to be fair he loved every piece of her to bits, was the fact they could joke around all the time. And there was no one he enjoyed teasing more than the girl making her way over to their front door. It often surprised him she wasn’t aware of how breathtakingly beautiful she struck as. But perhaps it had something to do with the fact he just called her dead. Which in his defense was true today, seeing as they’d went all out to dress up for the Halloween party they were attending. Usually he was in charge of picking out the best party spots but when Halloween came around, he crowned Jay as decision taker for the month. After all, she had a way of combining what was best for both of them, a skill he had yet to learn or at least re-acquaintance himself with after their time apart. “Can I have this dance?” There was a tap on the black haired girl’s shoulder and a drink that almost spilled over as she spun on her heels. Matt almost had to shout in her ear to get the words across the crowded room, booming with music and glowing lights. But when they reached her at last, their smiles appeared simultaneously and she nodded, probably thinking it was silly of him to ask. Offering his hand, they connected right in the middle. However, instead of starting to sway or do anything that came remotely close to being called ‘dancing’, he led her outside. Carefully and protectively so no one would crush what he held so preciously. Once the refreshing air hit them, he repositioned them and let the rest of the world fade away like the music had. “I love you so much.” He admitted, swaying with her to the rhythm of beating hearts and synched breathing.

🃏 - our muses to play a prank on someone else (throw toilet paper over their house, etc) 

“I’m glad you agreed with my genius plan.” Matt looked up from the lock he was picking. “Fine, fine, our genius plan.” He huffed slightly. “Alright, it was yours. But I’m helping, aren’t I?” The small click of success resonated after his words and the door swung open after his admission, drawn out by Jay’s scrutinizing gaze. Both of them were just joking, of course, and it felt incredibly good to fool around with her like this again. Only, he was persistent on not comparing it to before and calling it ‘the good old days’. Because this time around, Matt was adamant on not letting things go wrong. Making these the good days, so who would care about the old ones? “You’ve got the sticks? If you think about it, we’re just doing a good thing by recycling these.” Rummaging through his bag, he pulled out the empty rolls of toilet paper, out of which they’d cut two eyes, shaped differently every time. Jay shushed him, telling him they’d blew their cover if he kept making her laugh and of course she was right but he couldn’t help longing for that delightful sound. However, the scared squeals of chaos in a few more minutes would make a nice second, he decided at last. Breaking the red glow in the dark sticks and attaching them to the insides of the rolls went fast as they worked side by side, putting them up in the corners of the hallway as quiet as they could. The second part of the plan where they had to cut the power was a little trickier. Not necessarilly the breaking in part, they were pretty skilled in that but they had argued about doing it before the chaos or after, to create only more chaos. Eventually Matt had had to admit, it did sound better to turn the lights off after luring the students out of their rooms but they’d have to work fast if they didn’t want the rolls to be found first. “I’ll miss you.” A small pout placed playfully on his lips as they finished ‘decorating’ the place. Their ways had to part now as they’d cover a lot more rooms if they split up. Her eye-roll made him break out into a big smile and he leaned in to give her a long kiss. “In case I never see you again.” He whispered when he pulled back for air. She sent him on his way with a slap against the shoulder and he chuckled, starting his quest with three solemn knocks on every student’s door he could get to in time. The floors were creaking under their weight but it would only add to the effect. Right when he accidentally knocked over something, the first doors were being opened up by confused, sleepy students and he sprinted back to the electrical service panel, pulling down all levers as fast as he could. “I’m so proud of us.” He smiled a little out of breath, once reunited with Jay. The red glow sticks gave everything a nasty glow at 4:15 in the morning. With a sound mixed between a sigh and a laugh, he added, as they sneaked back out, “Next year, we’ll have to find a solution to the flashlights everyone has built into their phones though.” 

☔ - you get caught in the rain with my muse 

♡ - your muse cuddles up with my muse (for warmth, obviously)

His sneeze was the only thing to be heard over the loud clattering of rain. Followed by her coo. And a final sigh to top it all off. He was supposed to thank God for the small plastic roof provided above their heads but instead he’d rather cuss him out for not letting him find the damn appartment keys. “I could’ve sworn I put them in my pocket. But then again, I couldn’t even bring a bloody umbrella so who knows?” He muttered under his breath. Normally Matt wasn’t as affected by the weather, it was only natural to him since he grew up in England. Three sunny days and he knew they’d hit their yearly maximum. But it was cold this time of year and the clouds kept showering over not only him, but also her. And he hated to see her soaked to the bone, trying her best not to shiver when he looked cause it felt like his fault they’d left unprepared. What a bloody brilliant idea it had been to pick Jay up from class but park your car miles away, Matthew, seriously, he thought to himself. The little walk he’d had in mind had turned into a ‘Who’ll be first at the car’-race rather quickly when the rain had started pouring down on them. “Sorry. Come here.” He pulled her close, rubbing her hands together between his own, hoping it would provide him some warmth. Then he pulled his sweater’s sleeves as far as he could to cover hers as well and put them inside the front pocket of his sweater. Hopefully keeping them warm despite the wet fabric. “I promise you’ll get to take the first hot shower.” He offered as a way of an apology, the tips of their cold noses touching in an eskimo kiss now they were standing so close. Suddenly her eyes went wide and before he could even ask what was up, she pulled out her hand from his sweater, holding up the keys triumphantly. “If I wasn’t afraid I’d sneeze all over you, I could kiss you right now. Yes!” With a slight tremble and desperation in his hands, he unlocked the door and held out the door for her. By the time she’d gotten out of the shower, she returned to a turned on stove and a fort of blankets on their couch. “I’m cold.” Showing up from behind her with a childish pout and in only a fresh pair of boxers and a blanket, he spread his arms to welcome her under the soft fabric as well. Then he encompassed her, almost hugging her inside so they merged into one big, fluffy blanket with two heads poking out. Both their hair still dripping wet, though one colder than the other. “Okay, I did not think this through.” Laughter arose as they awkwardly shuffled like a big mass to the couch and plopped down there at last, enjoying each others warmth.

🌚 - you decorate the house for Halloween with my muse 

“Jay… Did you put goggly eyes on literally everything?!” Matt yelled in surprise as he walked out of the bathroom. With a proud smile, her head popped around the corner, her black hair falling down and framing her soft face as she mouthed the word ‘yes’. Well, maybe she’d said it out loud, but it was hard to hear over their loud music. With the remote, he turned it down a notch and walked over, cupping her face with his bloodstained hands. “Brilliant.” He pecked her nose. “I didn’t think you could surprise me anymore but you always end up doing so. When did you even buy these?” He laughed at the comical sight of the plastic eyes following him with every move. The whole house was set in an orange glow as night had set in and all the light bulbs had been changed. They always went all out for Halloween cause it was her favourite holiday and seeing her so happy, made it his favourite holiday as well. “Oh, look at that, you got a little something on your cheek, dear.” He chuckled as he let go of her. His hand prints a little smudged in red, stained her cheeks. Matt himself had busied himself with decorating the bathroom, the usual bugs drawn on the toilet paper; bloody handprints on the wall; lipstick on the mirror and a corpse in the tub. With all that, he’d forgotten to wash his hands and now he was smiling down at the messy consequences. “Do we put up our bug cut-outs in the lamps? Maybe add some more spider webs or are we done?” He rolled his eyes as she pointed out to him that with his lack of cleaning, there were already plenty of spider webs around the appartment. Pulling out a wipe, he reached for her cheeks and got the fake blood of. “Tsk, don’t say I don’t clean anything up anymore.” A tiny hint of wicked edged on his lips as he placed his dirty hands full on on Jay’s shirt before using the wipe on his own hands. “Oops. I think I’ll have to clean that up too.” Hinting, he reached for her shirt as he pulled her in for a kiss. But it didn’t last long and confused she asked him what was wrong. “They’re watching us.” His eyes were trained on the goggly eyes as he replied before they both ended up in a fit of giggles.

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Stormy Night

A Single Dad Darth Maul short fanfic (like less than 2000 words)

Summary: Storms are scary when you’re a wee kiddo but hey, that’s what dads are for, even when that dad is an ex-sith lord and assassin but luckily he’s tired so like whatever, take advantage of it.

Rain drummed against the window, berating the house intermittently as the wind picked up and shook the roof and walls. A flash of lightning illuminated the small bedroom casting brief haunting shadows of trees across the room. Little Vasra, hidden beneath the safety of his blankets, clutching tightly to a plush gizka. Thunder rumbled over the room and his grip on the toy constricted. He tried sleeping. Shutting his eyes tight and trying to bury himself further into the nest of blankets. Another crack of lightning and a thunderous roar shot Vasra up out of his covers and scrambling out of his bed into the dark of the hallway.

    He stood in front of his room clutching his stuffed toy staring at the dark door of his sister’s room. Vasra inched towards Seresi’s room, standing in the door hoping she was just as awake as him. Another thunder clap pushed him further into her room. Swallowing hard on his fear he whispered out to her, “Seresi?” He waited, took a step. “...Seresi? Are you awake?” He was half way across her room the rain slamming against the roof was near deafening, but his sister slept on. Taking one more giant step across the room he leaned forward shaking his sister’s shoulder. “Seresi, you awake?” he whispered behind his plush.

Seresi’s face scrunched up as she was roused from sleep, squinting at her brother in the dark, her only response was a croaky, “Bwah?”

“Can I sleep here with you?” he asked.

    “Wha-? Why?” Seresi rubbed her eyes hardly recognizing the sound of the heavy rain in her tired state.

    Vasra stomped his feet anxiously, not wanting to admit that the storm had him terrified, “I can’t sleep.”

    Seresi’s eyes weren’t even open she just scooted over wordlessly, rolling over to give her twin some more space. Vasra didn’t hesitate getting into bed, sliding in and covering his face with his faithful plush companion. He hoped with the safety his sister provided he could sleep.

    In reality he laid restlessly awake listening to the persistent rain and wind whipping against the house punctuated with more thunder and lightning. He knew he was shaking and though he was trying his best to stop every flash of lightning made him jump and start his shaking all over again. The storm was only getting worse.

A sharp calamity of thunder made both of them jolt, Seresi clutching the blanket in her small fists and Vasra burying his face further and whimpering into the mountain of fluff he held against him. Slapping her hand against her brother’s arm she started to push him out of the bed, “Let’s go to Autria.” she urged.

The notion was accepted wordlessly, slipping out of bed dragging a blanket behind them and into their big sister’s room.

Seresi took no time in shaking her sister awake, her brother standing just behind her still nervously clutching his stuffed friend. Autria snorted out of her sleep, visibly wide eyed in the dark trying to focus on what was assaulting her. Blinking hard she relaxed back onto her bed, “What do you want?” she whined through a yawn.

“The storm is keeping us up. Can we sleep with you?” Seresi replied as she adjusted the blanket around her shoulder.

Her sister grunted in response, “Fine, but I don’t think you guys’ll fit.”

Vasra scooted in beside Autria, Seresi climbed over them both to sleep between her sister and the wall, but ended up more squished against it. There was definitely not enough space for the three of them. Elbows wound up in each other’s stomachs as they tried to settle into some semblance of comfort meanwhile trying to ignore the growing storm outside their home.

It was less a bed and more of a pile by the time any of them started to get to sleep. Seresi at the very least, crammed into the side of the bed as she was, was almost asleep again. Vasra on the other hand was dangling on the precipice of the bed trying to stay on which resulted in him having to put the majority of his body weight onto his sister who was now squished in the middle of her baby siblings and getting increasingly restless as her arms fell asleep.

Suddenly a loud crack and a resonating thud sent the three of them all reeling. Vasra was on the floor blinking and startled with a sore rump, Autria had gotten clocked in the chin by Seresi who launched herself away from the wall during the commotion. Autria gathered up her blanket rubbing her chin, Seresi sat frizzy haired next to her as she peered out the window above the bed to see what the sound came from. The outside was nothing but unsettling darkness that sent Seresi away from the gaze of the window.

Everything had almost gotten calm again before a deafening crack that resonated inside all of their chests woke them up again. Autria stood up on the bed and jumped down beside Vasra who had just propelled himself two feet back in sheer terror and had now devolved into a trembling mess of tears. Taking a knee beside her brother she rubbed his back, “Hey it’s gonna be okay,” she reassured as Seresi joined her efforts to soothe their brother, “c’mon, let’s go to dad’s room.” Helping Vasra back onto his feet they all shuffled down the dark hallway brushing their hands along the wall to guide them safely to the door, Vasra clutching Seresi’s hand tightly as he followed behind.

Since coming to live on Naboo this had been the worst storm Maul had seen. He laid awake, eyes shut, listening to the sounds the storm had brought. It wasn’t a soothing assortment of sounds, but he never found interest in being soothed in the first place, simply it was something to listen to as his mind drifted off into sleep. It was almost a meditative state that he found himself in, reaching out with the force just enough to see how the outside world was faring, seeing the large expanses of puddles that were forming around the house that would soon turn into sticky awful mud, the trees that had lost branches and many leaves from the downpour and high winds, the tree that had fallen nearby and-

His door slid open. All his senses snapped back to him. Maul was still in a perfect facsimile of sleep as he only barely reached out with the force to gather information on the intruder. Intruders? Three little bodies. The children. Of course it was them, it was nothing to worry about. Relaxing just barely he let himself drift back into his tired state where-

“Dad?”

Where he would remain awake further. He looked beside his bed and there stood the kids. His eyes seemed to glow slightly in the dark, a fact that they had gotten used to living with him, he scanned over them in search of motives.

“Dad, the storm is scary.” Autria stated bluntly.

Nodding, “Yes. I suppose it is.” Maul replied looking at her. What did she want him to do about it?

There was a moment of hesitation before she spoke again, “Can we sleep here with you?” She had tried this in the past when she was much younger, probably too young for her to remember now, but then he was much sterner, and she was much more persistent and sneaky.

Pinching the bridge of his nose he looked over the three of them and his eyes landed on little Vasra. Eyes big and glossy with welled up tears. Maul was too tired to argue, too soft from his exhaustion to say no. “Fine. Just this once.” he laid back down, covering his eyes with his hand realizing the mistake he had made. Now they’re going to want to do this all the time. Children were a mistake. You gave them an inch and they’d run a mile.

Autria ran around the bed and lept up next to him, magnetizing to his side as she settled in. Vasra climbed up on the opposite side of him and cuddled up close as well, mostly in an attempt to hide, guessing from his constant shaking. Seresi seemed to just be along for the ride and laid next to her brother. Now Maul found himself sandwiched between a lot of clingy children and every second he seemed to regret his life choices more and more and at the same time he found himself feeling peaceful.

The kids had soon begun to relax enough that they could fall asleep and one by one they did. He could only tell because they stopped fidgeting so much. It wasn’t long before he could fall back to sleep too.

When morning came Maul woke up intensely uncomfortable. There was a foot jammed into his ribs, a child partially draped over him and the blankets every which way, sun shining through the windows blinding him in his recently awoken state. Removing his arm from beneath a sleeping child he wiggled and flexed his hand to regain bloodflow to the numb appendage as he propped himself up on his other elbow. Autria, who had her legs draped over him, slid off and back onto the bed still completely asleep. Maul had to pick up and move aside his oldest child to get up, replacing her on his opposite side and laying a blanket over her before getting out of bed to start his day.

Scanning over the kids to make sure they were still all sleep, he noted that the kids had all flipped and spun around during the night. His eyes caught something at the end of the bed, the little stuffed gizka that his son had been clutching the during the storm. It must have rolled away from him during the night. Maul picked up the toy and placed it gently back next to Vasra before tucking him under the blanket again. He glanced at Seresi, foregoing covering her with a blanket at all since she was not only well away from the rest of the blanket, but also completely perpendicular to her siblings and was generally a lost cause on being tucked in at all. She had fallen asleep in stranger positions and in stranger places, she was fine with out a blanket.

With the children mostly covered up with blankets and sleeping soundly after an exciting night of stormy weather, Maul could finally start his day.

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SURVIVOR! This ’73 Road Runner Still Looks & Smells New!

We all know by now that the Plymouth Road Runner came out in 1968 as Chrysler’s answer to the GTO. Yes, the Road Runner epitomized the original econo-muscle car and left the competition, including its sister brand Dodge, scrambling to come up something to compete in the same price and performance bracket. With its standard robust and eager 383 big-block connected to the A833 four-speed, flocks of Road Runners with their trademark “Beep Beep” horns resonated throughout cruise spots and drive-in restaurants during this golden era of cheap, plentiful muscle for the masses.

And yes, we have spoken volumes about the 426 Hemi and the 440 Six-Barrel power plants that sat between the fenders of Road Runners, which came off the line and would glue the drivers to the vinyl bench upon planting their right foot on the loud pedal. Yes, we’ve all read those stories in books, magazines, websites, and even watched numerous cable TV episodes that go into detail on the little intricacies that made the Road Runner great.

The history of this wonderful car, which defined a generation of gearheads, has been captured. But when we get past the halcyon days of air grabbers and Hemis, what do we know about the later birds, hatched when emissions stifled performance and the engine bays became cluttered with vacuum hoses and charcoal canisters?

As the 1973 model year was being developed, many in Plymouth’s Intermediate Car Product Planning Car Group knew the Road Runner needed a shot in the arm to rejuvenate sales. Chrysler’s B-Body line now had all new sheetmetal and a revised and somewhat refined suspension set-up that used rubber isolators for much-improved ride quality. The improvements, however, meant nothing to the performance crowd looking to burn rubber while seeking fame on the streets and strips of America.

To help spur Road Runner sales, the decision was made to drop the standard B-engine in favor of a 318 two-barrel. Many claimed this as sacrilege, but muscle cars were on life support thanks in part to the gestapo tactics of the insurance industry, which came down hard on anything with over 400 cubic inches making north of 300 horsepower.

Ironically, making the paltry but dependable 170-horse, 318 two-barrel standard for the ’73 Road Runner worked, as production numbers soared to 19,056 units, more than doubling the prior year’s output of only 7,628. Of course, it wasn’t like 1969 when a steady stream of Road Runners flowed out of three Chrysler assembly plants with over 80,000 units hitting the pavement, but for ’73, the numbers were heading in the right direction.

Like many other young Detroit Mopar enthusiasts, Walt Pear had been eyeing Plymouth’s hot car since its debut in 1968, and was waiting for the right moment to bring home a brand new Road Runner. He dug the prior Road Runners but it wasn’t until he saw the 1973 models that really put him over the edge. “I loved the look of the stripe and that hood, and knew I had to finally order one,” said Walt. It also helped that Walt was 31 when he finally headed down to Thompson Chrysler/Plymouth in Southgate, Michigan, to order his new ride. Walt, who was a printer by trade, had a good, steady income and was ready to do the deal. “I wanted to order the 440, but the salesman told me the insurance would be double,” exclaimed Walt. “The optional 400 big-block did nothing for me so I decided to go with the 340 since it had a great reputation.”

With $50.00 in hand for a deposit, Walt sat down with the salesman and ordered his Road Runner the way he wanted. First, Walt started with the lower line coupe model with fixed rear side windows. Then, he went down the order sheet and checked off the “X9 Formal Black” paint and white body side and over-roof strobe stripe, making the Road Runner stand out. Other than the optional 340, slap-stick—actuated 727 Torqueflite, bucket seats, and power disc brakes and steering, Walt didn’t get too crazy with the options.

“I didn’t like the optional racing mirrors, wheel lip moldings, hood pins, and hood stripes. I prefer the stripper look, plus it fit my budget better at the time,” commented Walt. Within five weeks of placing his order, the shiny new Road Runner was in at the dealership. Walt still remembers the date. “It was March 14, 1973 and it was the first and last time I paid cash for a car. The total out-the-door price was $3,476 and once I drove out of the dealership, I went right to the local tire store for some wider rear tires to be mounted on the factory Rallye wheels.”

Walt’s Road Runner may have never won any trophies on the drag strip, but it sure collected a few at numerous shows. One of his most cherished awards was a First- and Second-place for originality at the mother of all indoor car shows, the Detroit Autorama.

Walt’s 1973 Road Runner was part of his family for over four decades, but two years ago he suffered a heart attack and decided it was time for his cherished bird to go to another owner. After placing a few online ads, David Geromettie, a local Mopar gearhead, saw the car and immediately reached out to Walt. David has been collecting rare Mopars for over 25 years and has a stable of Super Bees and other cool rides. When David saw this Road Runner survivor, he knew he had to have it. “Once I saw what a pristine example this Road Runner was, I fell in love with it at first sight,” said David.

We can say this is probably the nicest surviving 1973 Road Runner on the planet and we have to give thanks to its original owner, Walt Pear, for taking such great care of it. “I never drove it in the winter and I used to make my kids take their shoes off before getting into it,” laughed Walt. We’re glad you did Walt.

We love this image of Walt Pear’s brand-new 1973 Plymouth Road Runner, taken when the car came home from the dealership. Note the larger rear tires he had installed immediately after he drove it off the lot.

The Chrysler Designers gave the Satellite line mostly new sheetmetal for 1973. The Road Runner product planners and stylists saw an opportunity to develop a new strobe stripe

The 340 small-block became an option on the Road Runner starting in 1971 to appease the insurance industry. It soldiered on until 1973 despite being castrated with lower compression, low-restriction exhaust manifolds, and vacuum lines coming from virtually very orifice on the engine. Before it left the option books, the once-mighty 340 was down to 240 net horsepower at 4,800 rpm. Still, it got the job done for many owners.

The interior remained mostly unchanged from 1971-74 on the high-performance B-Bodies. Here, the Road Runner’s standard Rallye instrument panel and three-spoke steering wheel are looking fresh as the day it rolled off the Windsor, Ontario assembly plant. The original owner, Walt Pear, did opt for the extra-cost Slap Stick automatic shifter and high-back bucket seats.

Still wearing its original paint and stripes, this 1973 Road Runner survivor has weathered nine US Presidents, the 1970s gas crises, runaway inflation, both the disco and Punk Rock era, the fall of the Soviet Union, and much, much more.

When cars had real trunks and full-size spares! This Road Runner’s cavernous storage space measures almost 17 square feet. The unmolested original Goodyear F70X14 Polyglas tire mounted on the black steel wheel looks like an archeological find that was discovered hiding under the rear deck lid.

Originally equipped with the standard 14X6 Rallye wheels sans trim rings, Walt Pear wanted to change the look of the Road Runner and swapped them with black steel wheels and hubcaps about 15 years ago. For the record, the steel wheel package was never available on the 1973 Road Runner, only Rallye or Road wheels.

Regardless of engine, all Road Runners for 1973 (including the standard 170-horsepower, 318 two-barrel) received dual exhaust with these awesome chrome tips. The mandated reinforced bumpers with the new guards didn’t diminish the overall looks too much either. An 8¾ axle with a 3.23 Sure Grip puts the power to the rear.

Too many enthusiasts look at 1973-’74 Road Runners as just Satellites with a stripe package, and don’t give this era of Plymouth muscle car the respect it deserves.

This is one of the nicest survivors we’ve ever come across, evidenced by the pristine headlight bezels, front grille, chrome bumpers, and other trim items. It’s hard to believe this 1973 Road Runner didn’t suffer the same fate of other muscle cars that got ridden hard and left to rust.

Walt Pear took pride in showing off his immaculate, low-mileage 1973 Plymouth Road Runner survivor at numerous local car shows throughout the 1980s and 1990s. He won his fair share of trophies and even took home a best-in-class award at the legendary Detroit Autorama.

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