posted 08-06-2002 06:37 PM                  

They all read the list of car show rules
Desperately hoping to find a way
To prevent a certain group of people
From entering their cars the next day

Their leader said, "It's imperative"
"That we keep these things out of the show!"
He knew that if they were entered
That would be where the trophies would go.

See, no one really cared any more
That the trunk didn't have any space
They had long since stopped suggesting
To put a V-8 in the six's place.

The fact that the trans is an auto
Was no longer of any concern
And no one talked of the rough ride
Instead, how that baby can turn

They could no longer say, "It's not custom"
"It came from the dealer like that"
For over the years they were transformed
Into every conceivable breed of Kat

All the other car's chances were ended
By what the calendar now told
The year was now twenty twenty-two
And the first Prowler was 25 years old.

To celebrate the Kat's birthday
Several members of the POA
Took home all the car show trophies
20 years after this poems posted day

Yes the Prowler was now called a classic
A truly American jewel
And Webster's used the Kat's picture
For the definition of "Ultimate Cool"

posted 08-06-2002 07:00 PM                  

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posted 08-09-2002 03:20 AM                  

But the 'reactions' to the Prowler are almost predicatable.
Some (more than not) love it... others 'condemn' it.

If they truly considered themselves 'purists'.. IMO... they really would recognize this fine automobile for the technology breakthroughs it has as well as the fact that a lot (wonder what percentage.. any idea, anyone) of the parts are "Just that"... PARTS... out of the parts bin of other Mopar products.