My good buddy Carl Heinz, had a 340 Duster just like this one. It was really a great car and I had heaps of fun riding around in it with him. One cold morning in Oregon, on his way to work, he hit black ice on a bridge in Mollala. He said the car spun an instant 360, sailed backwards through a fence at the end of the bridge, down an embankment and ended up on it's roof. The Dodge was written off, but Carl escaped without a scratch.
