Sometimes my sister and I were allowed to go for a passenger ride with Dad in the Charger out on the track. It was the highlight of our weekend feeling that brutal acceleration and the sound of the screaming engine.

I got out of the car and caught a glimpse of the rear corner. I couldn’t see anything else, but I had already fallen in love with it.

I was just so excited with the White Knight that nothing else mattered. The rest is history and I still have the car.

I said ‘listen, you can’t do that, as I’ve got to sell this!’

I jacked up the ‘mule’, removed the wheel, and a section of brake disc rotor fell on the ground. I will never forget the look on the brake engineer’s face!

I then noticed a hubcap bouncing down the road and into a paddock. Dad was very annoyed that his Charger had ‘let him down’ and angrily stopped to hunt for the errant hubcap.

It’s an immediate hit. “Hey Charger” isn’t just a catchline on television screens, it’s a popular cultural symbol in streets around the nation. The first Chargers are rolling off the assembly line in Adelaide.