I began to learn about early Chrysler engines with hemispherical combustion chambers, the so-called Hemi engines when I attended a car auction in 2017. A farmer and collector of everything Mopar collected a field full of Mopar’s from the forty to the eighties just half an hour south of Moose Jaw Saskatchewan. Walking through this field with all the collected Mopar metal I read all the information that they had written on the windshields of every single car, Manufacture, year, engine type and vin numbers. I knew hemi engines from reading in magazines but that did not go further than the amazing 426 of the late Sixties and the new introduced 5.7 Hemi in 2003. In the pile of cars displayed I discovered four Dodge’s and or Chryslers they had written on the windshield Hemi. I did not pay any attention to the numbers in front of the word Hemi just reading the word Hemi, this got my heart rate doubled. I could not believe that four cars with Hemi power plants would come up for auction and I was attending that auction, I had an opportunity to buy a Hemi power plant. I let that sink in and suddenly I fell off that pink cloud and realized that those cars would go for way too much money. Because of the large amount of Mopar vehicles to be sold the auctioneer ren with two selling rings to get it all sold that same day. I kept my ears open to both auctioneers to make sure I would be there when the Hemi powered cars came up for auction. Because of my interest in old rusty metal and following various TV shows I am always interested to see how much money people are be able to spend on a dream or just buying stuff to make a couple dollars. It gives you an indication what is valuable and what not. Finally, one off the auctioneer’s trucks made its way followed by a large crowd towards the Hemi powered cars. The first car on the list had written on the windshield, 53 Coronet 241 Hemi Red Ram, Stuck. If you attended auctions in person over the years before it all went online you know how it works, the auctioneer usual starts high and comes down to an amount when somebody raise his hand. Believe it or not I was that guy who raised his hand at a price I thought it was cheap and for sure I could afford. I got overbid and the price kept creeping up but not till a price I could not afford so I kept raising my hand. My heart rate and blood pressure raised with the same speed as the price got higher and the nerves made my legs feel weak, then the bidding came to a stop, and I had no idea who was the highest bidder. The wondering looks on my face and the way I looked around the crowd to discover who was the highest bidder the auctioneer turned his head towards me and pointed his finger and said to the crowd, I have this fellow here as the highest bidder anyone wants to go higher? It stayed quiet, and all eyes are pointed towards me. All the sounds around me disappeared my head start pounding and the sweat poured out my pores, but none of that matters, I was focused on the little wooden hammer in the right hand of the auctioneer, he raised it and far in the back of my head I heard going ones……… going twice………and then I saw the little hammer come down and with a bang and loud SOLD out of the loudspeakers I came back to earth, he pointed that little hammer towards me, sold to this “young” man here, what’s your number (auction number). I Before I really realized what all just happen, I was the owner of a 1953 Dodge Coronet with a 241 Hemi engine. I was the owner of a first-generation Hemi power plant at an affordable price.