There are a lot of Chrysler parts to be pulled today, and I've parked the Trailduster dead-center of the group. Midnight isn't walking far to get to the B-bodies, while I'm in the thick of some F-bodies – hunting a glove box door for a Plymouth Volare. I'm used to oddities, but the order still surprises me; the cars were not built at a high quality and suffered from rust. It also didn't help that they were meant to be more economical transportation – use and throw away. They were not particularly beloved or cared for. Not like the beloved A-bodies that they replaced, such as the Dart, the Valiant, and the sportier Duster.