Two long-lost 1972 Dodge Challengers have crawled out of the woodwork, begging for resurrection—if you’ve got the guts, the grit, and a wallet deep enough to handle what’s essentially automotive archaeology. These relics aren’t for the faint of heart. One’s a cryptic shell in Saint Peters, riddled with rust and missing its heart (that’d be the engine), while the other, parked in York, at least comes with its original 340 V8… though it hasn’t cranked in who-knows-how-long. Both are fixer-uppers in the extreme, the kind of projects that’ll test your sanity before they ever turn a wheel.

Let’s be real: 1972 was a rough year for muscle cars, and the Challenger got hit harder than most. The big-block beasts? Gone. The Hemi? Kaput. Thanks to emissions laws and insurance companies throwing tantrums, Dodge rolled out a lineup that made purists wince—base-model slant-six groaners or, if you scraped together extra cash, the peppier 340. They slapped on faux-glamour extras like cheapo AC and cushy interiors, but let’s face it, the glory days were fading faster than a cheap paint job. Sales tanked. Enthusiasts mourned.

Now, about these two basket cases. The Saint Peters mystery machine is a photogenic disaster. The seller’s description is thinner than the remaining sheet metal, leaving you to gape at the rust-eaten quarters and hollow engine bay. Inside? Maybe salvageable, but who knows. At $8k (or best offer), it’s a gambler’s special—bring a welder and a therapist.

York’s challenger plays it straighter: numbers-matching 340, auto trans, and a title (small miracles, right?). Downside? Floors so rotten you could poke through ‘em with a screwdriver, and zero power assists—steering or brakes. But hey, some folks like their classics raw, no frills, just sweat and grease. Priced at $8,900, it’s the “better” bet… if that word even applies here.

Bottom line? These aren’t cars. They’re commitments. For the right Mopar fanatic, though, they’re blank checks stamped with nostalgia—and probably a few bloody knuckles along the way.