Unbelieveable...I had a dent in the driver side fender almost identical to this one on my '68. I was a victim of some clown backing across 2 lanes of traffic to hit me, I wonder what happened to this gem?
In my permanent memory is the episode where Al makes a phone call for a car part and is answered by an automated voice menu system..."if your car has over 100,000 Miles press one". It keeps going up in 100,000 mile increments, and when Al presses 7 for over 700,000 miles, the voice says "Hello Mr. Bundy".
Years ago the joke was that at the front of every traffic snarl was a green Dodge Dart (that was the model and color choice of senior drivers). I wonder what the modern day equivalent would be.
true story: I drive a 70 something spray can matt black Cressida from Oakland to Vancouver to see a girl but am denied entry into canada beacuase I said she lived on east hastings street....and i didnt have insurance. Within the first twenty miles of the return trip the water pump goes and the fan ends up in the radiator. Towed to Blaine and left at a scrap yard i find myself obliged to sell the cressida for 35 dollars as the tyres were new. Loaded with luggage and bedding (cressida was a wagon) i have to purchase another car and end up with a dart just like this one, in green. 200 dollars. But it needs a something done to it and i dont have access to the entire funds untill the following day. Asking if I 'liked to party' the owner invites me to spend the night at his place. It's friday, and theres a country band playing, somewhere out there in the woods. He lives in a disused drive in. We drink pitchers of bud light with his pals at the honky tonk. I pass out on the table. I am dragged into an t bird, probably silver coloured, and have to periodically open the doors to vomit as the windows were electric. It stunk of cheap cologne. I'll tell the rest when a eighties t bird turns up on OPC. it's horrible.
Best of OPC. 
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Just like Mom used to drive! Thanks again for the best blog.
Unbelieveable...I had a dent in the driver side fender almost identical to this one on my '68. I was a victim of some clown backing across 2 lanes of traffic to hit me, I wonder what happened to this gem?
I wonder how many of these Chrysler would sell, if they put them back on the market, just like this one (except without dents and stuff).
Looks like Al Bundy's Dodge
phil
Custom, indeed.
In my permanent memory is the episode where Al makes a phone call for a car part and is answered by an automated voice menu system..."if your car has over 100,000 Miles press one". It keeps going up in 100,000 mile increments, and when Al presses 7 for over 700,000 miles, the voice says "Hello Mr. Bundy".
Years ago the joke was that at the front of every traffic snarl was a green Dodge Dart (that was the model and color choice of senior drivers). I wonder what the modern day equivalent would be.
That color, the color coded dogdishes, the patina and slight damage....this Dart has a lot of personality.
I had a white one just like this. Someone took the Slant 6 out, and put in a Super Six out of a Volare/Aspen. It didn't run that well.
true story: I drive a 70 something spray can matt black Cressida from Oakland to Vancouver to see a girl but am denied entry into canada beacuase I said she lived on east hastings street....and i didnt have insurance.
Within the first twenty miles of the return trip the water pump goes and the fan ends up in the radiator.
Towed to Blaine and left at a scrap yard i find myself obliged to sell the cressida for 35 dollars as the tyres were new. Loaded with luggage and bedding (cressida was a wagon) i have to purchase another car and end up with a dart just like this one, in green. 200 dollars. But it needs a something done to it and i dont have access to the entire funds untill the following day. Asking if I 'liked to party' the owner invites me to spend the night at his place. It's friday, and theres a country band playing, somewhere out there in the woods. He lives in a disused drive in. We drink pitchers of bud light with his pals at the honky tonk. I pass out on the table. I am dragged into an t bird, probably silver coloured, and have to periodically open the doors to vomit as the windows were electric. It stunk of cheap cologne.
I'll tell the rest when a eighties t bird turns up on OPC. it's horrible.
on the edge of my seat here, j.
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