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Wednesday, August 3. 2011
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It's a Plymouth, Fury I would say. My grandfather had a '61 Fury. This is not a '61, but it's close.
I think Billst nailed it, and Google Images seems to confirm it:
Scripting on decklid, tail light shape, fin shape, fin ornamentation, side trim, rear bumper, and especially Continental kit in the decklid all match up perfectly.
I'd have said Plymouth and I don't know anything about cars that we never owned except Studebaker, which looked cool.
Ugliest car: Hudson.
Learned to drive in a Hudson Hornet. In fact it looked a lot like this - it was my Mom's car.
I kind of disagree on ugly though - it was styled for it's time - big, heavy and stout looking - very American as compared to it's contemporaries in Europe.
Interesting trivia tid-bit. The Hudson Hornet (known as the Fabulous Hudson Hornet) was, in no small way, responsible for the popularity of NASCAR winning a ton of races with drivers Marshall Teague (#6), Tim Flock (#91) and Herb Thomas (#92). Teague's crew chief was the infamous Smokey Yunick - he of "If you ain't cheatin', you ain't tryin'" fame responsible for some of the most innovative ways to cheat NASCAR has ever had to deal with.
Unfortunately, NASCAR didn't return the favor due to the Hudson Hornet as Bill France and Teague didn't like each other very much thus the Hudson Hornet was never promoted like other manufacturers.
Unfortunately, I also learned how to drive in my Mom's Hornet.
A 1971 AMC Hornet station wagon. A hunk of junk. A non-synched 3-speed manual column-shift transmission. Same transmission you would find in a 1950s Jeep wagon. Hard to believe the American car companies still used such primitive transmissions when the Japanese at that point were all 4 on the floor synched transmissions.
Anwyay, it literally fell apart in about 2 years. My Mom then bought a Pontiac, which broke down the first time she drove it, while driving it home from the dealer's. They had installed part of the transmission backwards. Dealer refused to take any responsibility, said once we drove it off the lot it was our problem. Six months spent with lawyers and then litigation against the dealer and GMC for selling us a defective car.
No one in my family has bought an American car since then.
Billet got it. Friend of mine in high school Dad had one in black. Also had the push buttons for the tranney.
you can find some excellent information on Plymouths and other old cars by the web site "ate up with motor."
1959 Chrysler Imperial. Look at the upper right of the picture.
Disregard all after 'Look at.' Correct glasses were not on face.
Plymouth Fury. One of my friends in high school had one. You chose your automatic transmission gear, not with a lever, but with a push button on the dash to the left of the steering wheel.
1959 Plymouth Fury.
'59 was the the plus ultra year for spectacularly finned Detroit behemoths.
I withdraw my earlier identification as an Imperial. It is a Fury.
It's very similar to the Plymouth Belvedere. My mom drove a 1958, embarrassed me to no end. I have heard it was the widest production car made. We could sit four people across the front bench seat and not touch hips. The Belvedere didn't have the tire on the trunk, but otherwise close. Mom's was white over pale green. It had a push button transmission and a 440 hemi that smoked like crazy - called it the mosquito abatement program. Good memories - thanks!
No 440's in '59 and no Hemi option in the Sport Fury, IIRC. Hottest option was the 361 cid "Golden Commando". But that was more than enough to put away most of the Fords and Chevy's of the time. First 440 mopar was about '67. Last optional Hemi until the current version was the '71-'72 'Cuda and Challengers.
We could do a loooong thread on ugliest car ever. The Borgward Isabella came immediately to mind -- my brother owned one. Subaru had a three-door model about 1969 that also gave ugly another paragraph. The VW Karman Ghia was, I thought, hideous. Plymouth Valiant came to mind and now I need eye-bleach.
Hi Jim: Here is my "Pontiac" story. In 1977 I thought I had arrived. I was an independent single mom. Ex husband had come home from Nam with serious PTSD and we had split in 1968. Never had child support--never asked for any. Just went out and got two or three jobs and then built a little business,etc. When I had some steady income I went down to the dealer and bought my first ever "new car". 1977 Pontiac Sunbird. It had all the latest new things: sun roof, factory installed air conditioning, etc. Ordered it special from the factory with color I wanted and all the bells and whistles factory installed. Waited six weeks and then arranged to pick it up at the dealers during lunch hour. You cannot imagine how thrilled and happy I was on that day. Girl friend dropped me off at dealers and I picked up the keys, got in and started to drive off the lot. While driving out of the dealer's driveway I rolled the window down--the handle came off in my hand. I backed up and asked them to put the handle back on, which they did. We laughed and then I drove off the lot and got about 1/2 mile up the street when the muffler and tail pipe fell off on to the street! Got out and some guys on the curb helped me pick it up and put it in the trunk. Returned to the dealer and they he hawed me again. I waited while the re attached muffler and tail pipe.
The following month got hot and I tried my new air conditioning system. The fluid leaked onto my floorboard and shoes during the first 20 minutes and the system shut down. After a week at the dealer he said it was fixed. The next day the same thing happened and I returned the car again to have the air conditioning repaired. This happened a third time and the dealer refused to repair the A/C. A few months later it rained and I was driving down the freeway when the belts slipped off of the engine. 65 miles and hour,car full of little girls, and the car stops instantly. The dealer refused to fix it.
At that time the Pontiac Corporation had created a "new" position--a new way to deal with customers. It was called an OMBUDSMAN! WOW, oh WOW. This guy's job was to help people like me. I wrote and sent my invoices, etc. He flew out to see the car and talk to the dealer. He returned to Detroit and wrote a letter (copy to me ) that instructed the dealer to make the repairs. Dealer wrote a letter telling the OMBUDSMAN to go jump in the lake! He refused to do it. I left the car in front of the dealer with a sign on it, until the bike repo'd it! Guess who lost the bulk of the cash! Yup! Guess, who has NEVER EVER bought another American car! YUP --- never will---just can't put myself through that kind of misery again!
It's a little-known, after-market bow extension for the boat.
Previous ID of Imperial withdrawn. A friend linked to a site with more pix. 1959 Sport Fury.