#dodge dart gts

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Dodge-Barreiros Dart GT 3700, 1969. From 1965 to 1970 a Spanish version of the 3rd generation Dodge Dart was manufactured by the Barreiros company in their Villaverde factory near Madrid. It was powered by the 225ci (3.7 litre) slant 6 from the US original.

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1967 Dodge Dart GT

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Dodge Dart GTS convertible

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„Revolt against kiddy car compacts. Go '67 Dart!" (Print Advertisement for the so called Dodge Rebellion Operation)

Dodge Dart GT convertible

Although discovered on dusty roads somewhere on Ibiza, it cannot be one of the Dodges produced in Spain under license by truck manufacturer Barreiros at that time. This is because from 1965 to 1971 in Villaverde near Madrid only the 1963 version of the Dart was built. And it was only available as a saloon and estate with a slightly different look. A Dodge Diesel and the Dart 3700 GT followed in 1969. Barely 18,000 of all these Spanish versions were produced.

If you know more than the average European like us about this car, which you hardly ever get to see here, let us know.

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What a combo!

Dodge L600 COE, Dodge Dart GTS, plus those 60s ads

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IMG_2362.jpg by Walter Felix Via Flickr: 2021 Carlisle Chrysler Nationals Prints Available via: Walt-n-Ingrid.Com

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 Dodge Dart GT

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67 Dodge Dart GT Convertible

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001. English Literature is a Pain in the Ass

The September breeze sent all things flimsy to sway in its path. The wind danced with the falling leaves before hitting the ground, occasionally picking them back up only to fall once again. You loved this time of year. It was perfect for going outside without having to dress in a stringy top to beat the heat or wearing a jacket over your stylish outfit. The only downside to this amazing weather was the tradition of going to school at the start of the month.

You let out a breathy sigh, head in the palm of your hand as your elbow rested against the windowsill. The windows of your faded red Dodge Dart GT were rolled down, allowing the wind to blow through your luscious (H/C) locks. Your loud, edgy music causing heads to turn in your direction the further down the street you went. As you came to a red octagon, you stopped, letting the following cars pass by accordingly at the four-way. You tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel as you patiently waited, paying no mind to the four girls in the pale moon convertible next to you.

You stepped on the gas, turning into your schools parking lot. It was a struggle finding a spot to park due to everyone walking and waiting around for God knows what. You were relieved once you found an empty space, quickly pulling in with no hesitation.

You navigated your way through the crowded courtyard, your messenger bag filled with books in hand. You bumped shoulders with anyone who obviously saw you were walking, but refused to move even if it was the teensiest step forward to clear a path. It was only seven in the morning and you were already fed up with everyone's shit.

The bell rung and eventually you made it to your first class of the day: English Literature. You sat in the second row of the seating chart. Intently, you listened to Aizawa drone on like he always did at the beginning of class.

"Okay, then. What did everyone think of The Sun Also Rises?" He scanned his sluggish students after he asked, looking for any volunteers to speak freely about the book.

A girl in your class named Hagakure raised her hand, bringing it down once she made eye contact with Aizawa. The class turned to look at her, including yourself. She spoke in a dreamy tone, "I loved it. He's so romantic."

"Romantic? Hemingway?" You asked, wondering if she was being serious. You heard Aizawa release an elongated sigh before you turned to him and continued, "He was an abusive alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers."

"As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends?" Kaminari asked from the back of the class, earning a few chuckles from his buddies. You rolled your eyes at the comment from him. He held his hand out toward a smaller high school boy, Mineta. The crisp clap of their hands was cut short when Aizawa shouted at him.

"Pipe down, Chachi." That quickly wiped the smirk off Kaminari's stupid face. He was embarrassed to say the least. It wouldn't have been the first time he was shut down by Aizawa in front of a large crowd.

"I guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time." You didn't waste a second to snap back. Your classmates groaned, knowing you were about to go on a spiel. "What about Sylvia Plath, or Charlotte Brontë or Simone de Beauvoir?"

The door opened, totally unscripted from the looks of everyone's faces. As nosy as your class was, they turned their attention to the person at the door.

The tall teenage boy wore a black, short sleeve t-shirt. His straight fit, dark wash jeans ran down to his plain sneakers. His chiseled jawline looked almost like it could slice and dice any vegetable he wanted to.

"What'd I miss?" He asked as he panted. He looked like he'd just run a marathon—sweaty and a pinkish tint added to his cheeks. A clear frown was plastered onto his face. His crimson eyes darted around the classroom.

You turned away and crossed your arms over your stomach. You stared Mr. Aizawa right in the eyes as you spoke, as if he were to blame for the previous conversation, "The oppressive patriarchal values that dictate our education."

"Good." The blonde spat, doing a 180 on his heel, and walking out of the classroom before Aizawa could stop him.

"Hey, hey!" Aizawa shouted after him.

"Mr. Aizawa. Is there any chance we could get (Y/N) to take her Midol before she comes to class?" Kaminari, once again, was mouthing off about you. Of course, even more of your classmates laughed at his joke.

You felt like it was a game of turning between Kaminari and Mr. Aizawa. You were getting tired of it. You whipped your head once more, giving Kaminari the meanest glare he'd ever seen. You wanted to wipe the floor with his smug face.

"Someday you're gonna get bitch-slapped, and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it." Aizawa shook his head around, emphasizing his sentence. You felt a small ego boost from him taking your side, especially because Aizawa would usually just ignore the conversation or egg you both on. Your teacher began to slowly strut to your side of the classroom, making direct eye contact with you as he did so. "And (Y/N), I want to thank you for your point of view. I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper-middle class suburban oppression. Must be tough."

"Anything else?" You sarcastically inquired, expecting there to be a complaint about your mouthy and unpopular view of things.

"Yeah, go to the office. You're pissing me off." Aizawa pointed to the door, walking back to the front of the class.

"What? Mr. Aizawa—"

"Later!" Your teacher cut you off, holding a hand up to silence your protests.

You rolled your eyes in defeat, standing from your desk and grabbing your satchel. Scattered chuckling was heard, including the most obnoxious coming from Kaminari. As you swung your book bag onto your shoulder, you managed to hit the annoying blonde in the shoulder. No remorse coming from you when he exclaimed in shock.

Upon entering the office, you were checking in with the front desk lady, explaining the situation. Though, she already knew of your antics and how much Aizawa despised you in his class.

"Emi!" As if on cue, Ms. Joke was at the door of Ms. Midnight's office. "What's another word for "engorged"?"

"I'll look it up." Ms. Joke offered, scurrying back to her desk.

"Okay." Midnight whispered. You listened to her ponder as you wandered into her room. The office lady told you to have your almost "daily talk" with Midnight. Midnight stared at her computer screen, typing then deleting words from her page, "Swollen. Turgid."

"Tumescent?" You asked, hands in your pockets.

"Perfect." Midnight mused, returning her gaze to the screen in front of her. She put her red-framed glasses on. Midnight typed and talked at the same time, trying to finish her lewd work, "So, I hear you were terrorizing Mr. Aizawa's class again."

"Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action." You defended, sitting in the uncomfy chair across from Midnight.

"The way you expressed your opinion to Minoru Mineta?" Midnight shut her laptop, taking off her glasses and setting them on her desk. She faked a smile as she spoke, "By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested."

"I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls."

"The point is, (Y/N)..." Midnight picked up her mug, assumably sipping on her morning coffee before she continued. Her fingers remained in the handle of the mug, "People perceive you as somewhat..."

"Tempestuous?"

""Heinous bitch" is the term used most often." Midnight informed. You looked to the floor, then brought your gaze back up as you smiled to yourself at the funny description. Ms. Midnight saw that you took pride in the saying, she admired that you could handle such strong words, but for the sake of other students, advised otherwise, "You might want to work on that. Thank you."

"As always, thank you for your excellent guidance." You stood from your seat, repeating the same process you did when you were in class; scooping your messenger bag onto your shoulder. "I'll let you get back to Captain Celebrity's quivering member."

You walked out of the room before she could even say anything. She didn't know how you knew she was writing about one of her favorite American heroes.

""Quivering member"," Ms. Midnight hummed in thought. Then she lifted her computer screen, typing a storm, "I like that."

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⇨ 002. Your Overgrown Hatred for Assholes

first chapter of this story ! i intend for the story to be short because it’s based off the movie (duh). let me know what you all thought.

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1967 Dodge Dart GT Convertible

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Dodge Dart GTS convertible

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Dodge Dart at Waukesha Cars & Coffee (2023) - Meet 1 in Waukesha, WI.  

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1967 Dodge Dart GT 383

727 TorqueFlite automatic

"GT + 383 = New Dart GTS"

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Dodge Dart GT, 1963.