Fred, having made one too many comments about Doris's constant putdowns, found himself relegated to the '68 Fury wagon, which was upsetting until he discovered that the pair of Holleys on the 318, when combined with the four on the floor and absolutely no weight over the rear wheels, meant he could pull donuts in the J.C. Penney parking lot all night, at least until the night guard got fed up and called the cops, who turned up driving Furys with the 440 and the handling package, so there was no hope of outrunning them out County Road 53.
The Mopar wagons of this era were actually not all that bad looking. The big Town and Country, based on the brutish 300, was the cream of the crop, but the Fury wasn't completely out-classed even if it the base model had brown vinyl bench seats. (Lots of class, but all low class, I hear some of you muttering, but I'll pass on rising to that bait.)
The resin kit from Motor City Resins was one of the better ones, just needing some minor straightening out in warm water.
A bevy of barges at the used car lot. Only driven on Sundays! Mind
you, all of them have been hotted up somewhat, so maybe Sundays were spent at the track.
Stay tuned! There's more in the pipeline.
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