1967 Plymouth Sport Fury

The project that never was

My first car was a Fury.  A 68 fury III to be exact.  It was my sweetheart, my first love,  the car that would forever be "my car".  They say you always hurt the one you love, and in this case that is true.  Take a heaping scoop of youthfull exuberance and a big V-8, mix in a spoonfull of inattention, add one telephone pole and....well you get the idea.  So years later when this 67 sport fury was up for sale, I took one look at the 383 golden commando engine and I knew that this was the project car for me.

Unfortunately exuberance is not the exclusive domain of the young, and once again it lead me into trouble.  Now I had the car but not enough money to do it justice.  As I pondered the problem, for several years, it became apparent that I would not be able to even properly start the project, much less finish it.  Soon after buying the car the transmission went out.  Well the previous owner, the original one at that, had told me that he had rebuilt the engine, he said nothing about the transmission.  So I replaced the tranny and continued to drive the car on a daily basis for ten more years without any difficulty.

Time went by and the old fury continued to purr like a kitten.  But still I didn't have the cash to fix it up the way I wanted.  Where once the only real flaws were where the hood had popped loose from its underbracing and the drivers side fender that had been replaced with a fury III fender by the previous owner, now the whole car was begining to show the effects of daily driving.  I couldn't find replacement lenses for the tail lights so I made some out of plexiglass and stained glass window paint, it looked ok but it just wasn't right.  The interior was going too.  The headliner was gone but I kept the bows for it.  "One of these days I will fix this car up and win a few car shows", I told myself.  I even went out and spent way more money than I could afford on a new set of tires and wheels.  The old fury deserved that much and more I figured.  They looked sharp but they also accentuated the dings and dents that the old girl had acquired.  I still have the original hubcaps by the way.

Youthful exuberance gave way to middleage stubborness and finally the realization that if this car is ever to be what it can be it will not be done by me.  So when the landlord said, "You have to many cars.  You need to sell one."  I decided that it was time for the old fury to go to someone who could fix her up.  Here is the info on the car: Vin # PS23H74125359 Body codes: abcdefghjkmnpqrstuvwxyz 65        74 ABCDEFGHJKLMNPQRSTUVWXYZ   0       1                     1             1 12345678     AX  TRM  PNT  UBS                     4     H6K  TT1       B PS23 62 5 535 A12 08853 Odometer reading:57581.4  but I am sure it should have a "1" in front of that.

Other than the exhaust system There is no rust on the vechile and I dont know of any bondo, but hey I'm not a body man or the car would be winning shows right this minute.  The car was purchased in Farmington NM about 10 miles from where it lives now and has been a New Mexico car its entire life.  It is still in good mechanical order and I would not hesitate to drive it anywhere there are roads.  It has a clear New Mexico title and is currently registered, insured and driven daily.  It feels like I am putting my right arm up for sale but here it goes.

Well I tried, honestly I did.  I got as far as actually selling the old girl.  And it was miserable.  I had to go and buy her back.  It seems this car and I are destined to be together,so I suppose she is not for sale after all!

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