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In 2000, I knew a guy that wanted a Nissan Frontier Crew Cab 4WD with a 5-speed stick. The dealers in the Omaha area didn’t have any, so one of them did a swap with a Kansas City dealer. Just an exchange of vehicles of equal value.

What a gorgeous NY’er you have. I’m partial to ’66s because that was the year that I was born. After installing a new Edelbrock 1906 (I need to do a thread on that) and new spark plugs, I drove mine from Omaha to my new home in South Dakota. She took to it like a duck to water. Okay, that’s...

Holy Toledo, I thought that was paint! I’ve thought about using wrap where my T&C’s faux wood is fading. (Although these days, the greyed DiNoc might be oddly trendy). BTW, do they have Newport cigarettes in Canada? It’s been about three decades since I’ve been north of the border and I don’t...

Oh yes, that’s much better than the turd color! Works well with the black trim too.

Never thought I’d see that I’d dream of owning a Plymouth while lamenting that it’s more expensive than a Rolls of the same year. That, and my preference for the Fury’s lines where the roof meets the quarter panels, makes it my choice by a small margin.

Y2K Dodge Caravan is my usual daily driver. In background to right is my ’95 Dakota. I use it quite often, too. The only non-Mopars that I’ve had were Oldsmobiles: a ’90 Ciera wagon and a ’92 Ninety Eight, which was possibly my favorite car ever (after the T&C of course). It had nearly 300,000...

What a neat story. My parents acquired their ’67 in 1970, too; it served as “Mum’s” car and served the same roles in my driver’s ed/first license as your mom’s Newport did for you. (Simultaneously, I was enrolled in the public school’s drivers-ed program in which the primary training mule was a...

If I smoked, that’d be my brand just ’cuz of the name! My obsession (“C” sickness?) with big Chryslers began with the one my parents got when I was a little kid (and that my brother and I eventually inherited; more at My First C-body…kinda):

Late to the discussion here; just stumbled upon the thread. That was my car’s “birthplace.” Sad. Those were the good old days when “ICE vehicle” meant only something like this:

Except in Australia, New Zealand and a few others, where the side windows and upper door frames are borrowed from wagons/sedans to make the utes. The first one I saw - an early Sixties’ Valiant in Crocodile Dundee - looked homemade to me except for the “V” emblem embossed into the C-pillars...

My dad’s first - and last - Ford was a ’69 Ranchero. He needed something that could haul hay, but a full-size pickup was larger than he wanted. He would’ve bought a Dodge version if they made one. A Coronet-based ute would have looked really sharp, especially that late Sixties’ body. In keeping...

I imagined a 1966 300M with an optional Hemi - as a “Spring Special,” but after reading this, a 440 TNT woulda been just fine! The fact that they dropped the letter series at the end of 1965 has always left me feeling slighted because I was born in ’66, and my last name begins with “M.”

Oh man, that’s gorgeous. I have fantasized about an alternate universe where Ma Mopar created a Formal version of same. Elegance aside, this would have made them distinct from Plymouth.

My brother took the photo above on his expensive digital Nikon SLR. The original JPEG has such good resolution that you can make out the emblems on the grill. IIRC that’s the only file he saved. :( I am sure I have more (paper) around the house among unsorted stuff from my parents. As I find...

I just added this entry to my garage: Back in 2008, my brother and I inherited this 1967 Newport from my late father: our parents bought it in July 1970. Unfortunately it was not feasible for either of us to keep it. Having been sold off ca 2009, I hadn't thought of posting it here until...

Pamela Austin (née Akert) was born in Omaha. It seems fitting that she’d be born in a city where the main thoroughfare is called Dodge Street! A few blocks south of her original home is Newport Avenue. For Plymouth partisans, there’s Belvedere Boulevard nearby.

I think Sigmund Freud would have gotten a laugh out of this one… or at least been analyzing it:

Reminds me of a Hardy Boys Mysteries title: The Mystery of the Chinese Junk. Man that title has new meanings nowadays! I’ve been watching too many shows like CSI and Law & Order: to me, “DB” means “dead body.” :rolleyes:

The first time I heard that song (as far as I remember) was on the Golden Tone radio of Mom's '67 Newport. :)

I had a 1992 Oldsmobile Ninety Eight. Bought it from an impound auction with 260K miles on it. Didn't die until almost 300K. I miss it; was definitely my favorite non-Mopar.