fury413rb
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Ive been a member on here for awhile (2011) but I never post. I may have made an intro post back then but here it goes. I just pulled my car from about 4-5 years of storage. I put it away when I was in late college and Ive been bouncing around for 3 years at work. Ive finally made a home "for now" in Tulsa, OK. I originally am from NW Indiana, Hobart, specifically.
I've got a lot of history with the ol' boat. The car is more me than I am.
Here it goes...
I bought my car Feb. 11 2002 right before my 14th birthday and it was my "first car". My dad had a '67 Fury III convertible in the mid 70's in highschool and my grandfather had one brand new in '67. Both 383-2bbl cars.
So with all my lawnmowing, paintball tank filling money as a 14 year old (and obviously financial help from the parents) we flew from Chicago to Hillsboro, OR (outside Portland) and picked up the car basically sight unseen after winning the car off ebay for $1500.
There was a little bit of miscommunication back then (internet was quite as good back then) and while the car did "run and drive" it was nowhere near ready to drive across the country. We new we were crazy and it was going to be an adventure because "Why not?" We had checked toolboxes, rebuilt carb and some random other parts and planned on picking up spares in OR before we left.
Jamie, the guy we bought it from thought we were completely insane. He had a barn full of 2 door big block mopars of all kinds and this car I think was a family members that he couldnt "Derby because it was too nice." He picked us up from the airport in a 80s crew cab long bed dodge with a transplanted 440 in it that was pretty hilarious. Great guy.
Well, the car had 4 different size tires on so we limped it immediately to a sears to get tires as it was the first place we saw. The brakes had to be constantly pumped up at that point. We werent really prepared for brake work. We get it into the sears and they toss on the finest set of 215/70-14 whitewalls they had and would absolutely not work on the brakes as it was 4 wheel drums. All 4 cylinders were leaking and it needed a master. Basically we were at whits end trying to find a shop to work on the car before we started pulling it apart in a parking lot.
We actually end up finding a small classic car only family owned shop. They literally worked all night on the car and took us back and forth from the hotel. THey wouldnt even let us buy them food! They must have liked our story or just again thought we were insane and wanted us out of Oregon! So new cylinders, hoses, shoes, hardware kits and a master the 4 wheel drums were ready to go!
The car actually ran great the rest of the way home. It was warm in the NW and it did get colder and snowier as we drove. My Dad let me drive the car through a part of Wyoming where the speed limit was 80mph. I was so short at the time I had to look between the wheel and the dash. My grandpa was not enthused. We ran into some snow in Denver but made it back to Chicago in about 3 days of relaxed driving. 17.6mpg total for the trip with the ol' 318-2bl.
So I am in 8th grade at this point and I now have a giant car in the garage. My step-mom and my mom were also not enthused but hey... My dad, grandpa and I thought it was pretty damn cool.
Ill continue the through high school shenanigans and into college to present day in the next post. Engine transplant from a wrecked imperial, big cams, crappy paint and all kinds of fun!
I've got a lot of history with the ol' boat. The car is more me than I am.
Here it goes...
I bought my car Feb. 11 2002 right before my 14th birthday and it was my "first car". My dad had a '67 Fury III convertible in the mid 70's in highschool and my grandfather had one brand new in '67. Both 383-2bbl cars.
So with all my lawnmowing, paintball tank filling money as a 14 year old (and obviously financial help from the parents) we flew from Chicago to Hillsboro, OR (outside Portland) and picked up the car basically sight unseen after winning the car off ebay for $1500.
There was a little bit of miscommunication back then (internet was quite as good back then) and while the car did "run and drive" it was nowhere near ready to drive across the country. We new we were crazy and it was going to be an adventure because "Why not?" We had checked toolboxes, rebuilt carb and some random other parts and planned on picking up spares in OR before we left.
Jamie, the guy we bought it from thought we were completely insane. He had a barn full of 2 door big block mopars of all kinds and this car I think was a family members that he couldnt "Derby because it was too nice." He picked us up from the airport in a 80s crew cab long bed dodge with a transplanted 440 in it that was pretty hilarious. Great guy.
Well, the car had 4 different size tires on so we limped it immediately to a sears to get tires as it was the first place we saw. The brakes had to be constantly pumped up at that point. We werent really prepared for brake work. We get it into the sears and they toss on the finest set of 215/70-14 whitewalls they had and would absolutely not work on the brakes as it was 4 wheel drums. All 4 cylinders were leaking and it needed a master. Basically we were at whits end trying to find a shop to work on the car before we started pulling it apart in a parking lot.
We actually end up finding a small classic car only family owned shop. They literally worked all night on the car and took us back and forth from the hotel. THey wouldnt even let us buy them food! They must have liked our story or just again thought we were insane and wanted us out of Oregon! So new cylinders, hoses, shoes, hardware kits and a master the 4 wheel drums were ready to go!
The car actually ran great the rest of the way home. It was warm in the NW and it did get colder and snowier as we drove. My Dad let me drive the car through a part of Wyoming where the speed limit was 80mph. I was so short at the time I had to look between the wheel and the dash. My grandpa was not enthused. We ran into some snow in Denver but made it back to Chicago in about 3 days of relaxed driving. 17.6mpg total for the trip with the ol' 318-2bl.
So I am in 8th grade at this point and I now have a giant car in the garage. My step-mom and my mom were also not enthused but hey... My dad, grandpa and I thought it was pretty damn cool.
Ill continue the through high school shenanigans and into college to present day in the next post. Engine transplant from a wrecked imperial, big cams, crappy paint and all kinds of fun!