Our beautiful, powerful, comfortable, and reliable Roadmaster has seen our family of three children and three dogs through thick and thin and always been there for us. We have talked heart-to-heart while taking long trips to the Northeast; we have lovingly polished and nurtured her; we have humbly accepted the accolades of teenage parking-lot attendants while going over the attributes of her 5.7L Corvette engine, which moves this baby out when she wants to. As one of the best representatives of a dying breed-- the American Station Wagon--she is nonpariel; it is up to Dodge to take up the mantle, but as wonderful as the chopped Magnum is, it will never rise to the level of the Roadmaster.
The heated seats on a winter day; her front bench seat which still allows my wife or daughter to sleep in my lap on a long trip; throwing our Christmas tree on the roof and tying her down; piling in full 4X8 sheets of plywood from Home Depot, flat, in the wayback. Her power and grace.
Build her again! And do right by the exterior wood trim--do it real.