The Plymouth Fury was a premium-level sedan named for The Furies, which hail from Greek mythology, and not Furries, which are something else entirely. The two should not be confused. Between the winged and eyelidded ’56-’58 (aka “Christine”), and the low and slow Gran Coupes of the 1970s is the generation represented here. The III designation does not denote a noble bloodline traced to Sir Plymouth Fury the First, but rather an upper trim level for this generation, just short of VIP trim. Factory fresh with 105,000 miles, it’s a true black-plate survivor for cheap. Find this 1966 Plymouth Fury III for sale in Simi Valley, CA for $7,300 via craigslist.
With stacked headlights and a split, broad-jawed fascia, you would be excused in thinking a GTO of a similar vintage was crowding your rear view mirror. Actually, that’s the most common place to find this Fury. Horsepower of the 5.2-liter 318A semi-Hemi is in the 230 range, shifting through a three-speed TorqueFlite automatic (although a manual was available with either three or four cogs). With nearly two tons to move around, it could use all the help it can get.
Yet in the interest of originality, it remains untouched. This car’s restoration splits the difference between “anal-retentive rotisserie by the hands of a persnickety Plymouth museum curator” and “I buy parts from wherever’s cheapest.” The car had a relatively easy life to begin with, requiring only a minor restoration. Still, everything here is original with the exception of the seat faces. Yes, that is the owner’s manual on the dashboard.
Photos show the car on dirt and wide, straight boulevards, either of which would be preferable to twisty mountainous roads in this big boy. But if its live axle and leaf springs were hardy enough for fleet duty in the 1960s, they won’t upset your milkshake-slurping passengers during summer cruise nights.
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