Rare Fury?? You decide.

[Triple Pickle]

I found this Fury a while back and have been trying to track down the owner with no success. There’s a thread on here about it somewhere.
This is a tale of another Fury that someone told me about while investigating this one.
Sit right back and follow along, I’m gonna make you wait for it! But not long.

 

[mr. fix it]

Okay
Wait we shall...

 

[Triple Pickle]

While inquiring about this small block non A/C Fury, an associate said ,”I know where a big block Fury is!”
“It’s in a barn, been there forever, guys crazy but, he’ll sell it!”
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. “Ok. Where is it?”
After 5 minutes of listening to directions that consisted of clues such as “where that one church used to be”
I said, just give me a name. Didn’t know his name. Got a nickname: Burn Me. Took me a week but I figured out his name. He’s not on FB. He has no computer. No bills in his name. I’ve got nothing but a general idea of where he lives and I don’t like it.
Wrong turn ****. I set out today to find him. And the car.

 

[1970cat]

property tax records might provide names. they are public record in most areas.

 

[Triple Pickle]

On the way there, I see this. Stopped and took a pic. Nobody home. Viscous dogs. Posted. Keep out. They have mistaken me for someone who has a reason to live. Is this where it’s at? Nah, not crazy enough looking. There’s an old Challenger in a barn nearby. I too dumb to get a pic.
This road I’m on is literally littered with junk cars. Up on hillsides, in creeks. Boats, tractors, burned out house trailers, the works.

 

[Triple Pickle]

property tax records might provide names. they are public record in most areas.

Who said I didn’t lay hands on the car and it’s owner? All in good time. I had to work and wait for it. So shall you!! Lol

 

[Triple Pickle]

Just up the road from the Plymouth wagon ( more on it later) I find the place. Acres of assorted junk of all kinds. This ain’t the kind of place you jump out and take pics so I’m sorry. The Fury is coming, and it’s a doozy. Just hang in there.
I pull in, it’s hard to tell just what structure the Fabled “ Super Sport Dodge Fury big block” might be or in what structure in which the owner might reside. It’s raining too.
I’m in Kentucky, for those who don’t know. People love trespassers here.
I myself set on my front porch with a Montgomery Ward 12 ga. pump and wait for those who ignore the signs. I practice my aim by shooting televisions sets and small block Chevy valve covers hanging from trees while I wait.
Anyway, not too far from either of these Fury’s,,

 

[Triple Pickle]

I’m sure this is the place. I get out of my truck and make as much noise as I can doing it. I’m wandering around, looking. I hear voices in the woods or somewhere amongst the cars, boats, bulldozers, etc. Is Burn Me taking aim? After a minute, a S10 slops up through the mud behind my truck. A long haired, long bearded man gets out and gets something from behind the seat. He comes out from behind the truck and acts like he couldn’t care less about me or why I’m standing around on his property. He has a new belt for a Cub Cadet lawn mowers in his hand. I cut to the chase. “Hear you got a Fury for sale up here.”
“I got a Fury. There it is. Not for sale.”
He points at this:

 

[Triple Pickle]

The story ain’t over yet folks!

 

[65sporty]

The story ain’t over yet folks!

You better get typing.

 

[Triple Pickle]

I said, “no, not that one. The one in the barn.”
He studies me. I’m dressed in a button up shirt, freshly shaved, fresh new US Marine, high and tight,skin on the sides haircut. He puts the belt down on the hood of a wrecked Dodge Dakota. He says, “Ok. Who sent you?”
I told him the name of my informant. It must have been good, he said, “I won’t hold that against you, but dont you want a Chevelle instead?” I answered “no sir, I’m looking for a big block Plymouth.” He said “ OK, I’ve got one. Follow me”.

 

[Triple Pickle]

You better get typing.

I am! Pics soon it’s worth the wait!

 

[Triple Pickle]

I follow him to a building through a maze of junk. He opens the door and lets me go first. I see nothing but junk of every kind. He says, “there it is”
I said, “man, I don’t see ****!”
He says, “let me turn on the lights! “
In the far corner of the biggest conglomeration of junk ever accumulated, I see something.
It’s a Fury.
1969.
You are going to cuss me ,but, it took some time to get as close as I did to it to get what few pics I did.
His story: he’s had it forever, got scared when someone almost hit him in it. Quit driving it altogether when the A/C quit working. Never dropped the top.
For your consideration: all the pics I have, and it took some digging to get this close. Understand: if I could have gotten a fendertag pic I would have.

 

[BLIMP]

Lol, you're good at spinning a yarn!

So you gonna trade a Cub Cadet for it?

 

[patrick66]

So, when are you picking that up???

 

[mdh157]

Whats with those hood scoops?

 

[Triple Pickle]

My observation: power drivers seat. A/C. Maybe not factory paint. And again, much pain to get this close, and had to move truckloads of **** in order to open the door. Owner says: was in great shape when he put it in the building to fix the AC. Does not like big block engines, too hard on gas, no power. He’s going to think about a price and call me. Wants a duster with slant six three on the tree.

 

[slappys garage]

Gaddamnit I love Kentucky

 

[mdh157]

What is under the hood?

 

[Triple Pickle]

Whats with those hood scoops?

The way it was when he got it according to the owner. Honestly, I didn’t think they were right but I am far from an expert.