Some of the vehicles I’ve owned over the years are ones I’ll always look back upon fondly. Even at their most temperamental, it’s difficult to fault them in my recollections, what with so many good times to outweigh the difficult ones. Seeing them in pictures or telling their stories will always bring a smile to my face.
But not every vehicle I’ve laid hands on was a champ. There are some whose stories tend to fade away sooner than others – either because they just weren’t that remarkable, or because one’s mind tends to block out certain things in the interest of one’s own well-being.
In the case of this Monaco, there’s no doubt that it falls under the latter.
Remember the barn-find Cherokee that I shared several weeks ago? Well, it wasn’t the only thing in that barn.
Its bunk-mate was this green Monaco… 44,000 miles, zero rust, another potential cream puff. I asked the old lady who owned the place about it; at the time she wasn’t prepared to let go of it. But it didn’t really matter. I wasn’t terribly interested in it anyways, having just scored a sweet 4×4 that would be taking up all my free time and work space – so I had no problem leaving it lay.
Several months passed. Fall turned to winter, and winter turned to spring. And then, unexpectedly, I got the call one afternoon – she was ready to cut the Dodge loose.
But there was a catch. She didn’t want to sell it to me; rather, she wanted to donate it to the local youth center, where I was the technology coordinator and after-hours volunteer fleet mechanic.
After meeting with the center’s director (a longtime friend), we laid out a plan: she’d handle the paperwork, and I’d take care of getting the car out of the barn and roadworthy. Once all the ducks were in a row, the car would be put up for sale, and I’d deal with the potential buyers. Then, after the car sold, the proceeds would be used to buy ten new computers for the center’s computer lab (which I had already managed to negotiate a terrific price on some weeks prior, and whose purchase was delayed only by lack of funding).
The old lady would get a tax deduction, the center would get new computers, I’d get to be relieved of the headaches involved with the old computers, and some lucky buyer would get a smokin’ deal on the malaise Mopar of their dreams. It was a win-win-win-win!
Having rounded up a battery and several gallons of gas, the center director and I set out in my pickup to retrieve the Monaco from its resting place, half a dozen miles away. I prepped and piloted the green hooptie while she followed in the truck – one of the very, very, very few times I’ve let anyone else (short of immediate family) drive one of my vehicles. Yes, I remember those sort of things.
After limping the wreck back to the center, I knew it was going to need some serious attention. The Super Six under the hood was running on what felt like 3 cylinders (when it stayed running), the tires were leaking quicker than I could refill them, various bits and pieces were missing from the body and interior, the rear end was sagging from worn-out suspension… and on and on.
The following weekend was a whirlwind of activity. I hit every junkyard in the area, and managed to find replacements for most of the missing or damaged parts (with the noteworthy exception of one wheelcover). I swung by the local auto parts store and picked up everything needed for the usual tune-up regimen. Used tires were purchased and mounted. A $15 set of shackles quickly and cheaply remedied the tail-sag situation.
But even after a thorough tune-up, the motor still didn’t run right. The plugs, wires, and points were all good, timing was set correctly, the carb had been gone through, there were no vacuum leaks, fuel was fresh and pressure ample. But yet, under acceleration it still stumbled, missed, and generally acted gutless. I never did determine why.
The old lady had mentioned something about grandsons, valve adjustment, and “never quite ran the same” – but I declined to jump down that rabbit-hole. After all, it was running good enough to go down the road under its own power… and how many free hours did I really want to spend wrenching on this pig?
The other pesky issue I couldn’t remedy was the interior. It cleaned up well enough, but the cloth seats were getting to be thread-bare in various spots. The front left bottom was particularly bad. But since there were no donors to be had, I just left it alone.
Having volunteered away the weekend (and a few additional evenings), the car was finally ready to sell – now all we needed was a buyer. So I put an ad on craigslist the following Friday and waited. And waited. And waited. A full week passed without any serious inquiries. Considering we were only asking $1500, I was amazed at the lack of interest.
Sixteen days later, a call came in. The man on the other end of the phone said he was in southeastern Wisconsin, and he wanted to buy the Dodge for our full asking price. Hurrah! Thanks for supporting our local youth!
But again, there was a catch: he wanted to ship it from here to there, and the transport company wasn’t willing to make a pickup outside the Minneapolis metro area (which the car was about sixty miles away from). Once again, the folks from the center put on their best puppy-dog looks, and before long I found myself volunteering to drive the Monaco down to meet the transporter.
So here we go again, another Saturday night with me and the green six-bang pig – plus my old man a short ways behind with his truck, prepared for the inevitable. I gassed it up, aired it up, and hit the highway.
The first forty miles went well. It was gutless, but once it coughed and puffed its way up to speed, it had no problem keeping itself there. As I neared the Cities, my wreck even ended up catching the attention of some young guys in a ratted-out ’62 Bel-Air sedan who wanted to ride along with me.
But just as I hit the first-ring suburbs, it happened – chug, chug, chug, cough, coast. I thought I’d run out of gas. My rolling momentum was enough to get me off the highway and into the parking lot of a bank, where my dad rolled in behind me and readied the gas can. But after pouring in three gallons and cranking until the already iffy battery gave up, I was still dead in the water. So we pulled out the tow strap and tugged the Monaco down the street, where we parked it on the lot of a recently shuttered Dodge dealership (how ’bout that!). I left a note on the window, then hopped in the truck to go grab another battery.
It was dark by the time we returned. The replacement battery was installed, ether was sprayed, the wrenches came out, fuel lines were blown into – and at last, the freaking pig came back to life. We wasted no time in covering the final twenty miles.
The next morning, I was finally able to wash my hands of the Dodge. The center got its new computers a week later. And I got to keep the remainder of the cash as reimbursement for my expenditures in prepping and selling the car – a princely sum which covered exactly 30% of what I’d spent. Oh well… at least everybody got something out of it.
You’re a mensch.
+1 – I’m sure I would have given up long before you did.
Thanks to all for the kind words. Just for clarification, though, this story took place about five years ago – I’ve gained a fair bit of age and wisdom since then 🙂
This is really cool I came upon this story. I am the party from Wisconsin that purchased this car. I had one like it in high school so had to purchase another. The car has had many upgrades including new upholstery and carburator, alternator . I buffed car out as well. I also recently replaced starter. Now that the carb has been replaced the car runs vey well and you could drive it across the country without a problem, I have included some photos and am still the current owner.
Awesome! Thank you for the follow-up and it’s good to hear you are enjoying your Monaco.
If you would ever like to submit something about the Monaco – or any other car – please feel free to do so at the link above. We would enjoy it.
All I have to say about this car is that it’s the right color, because most of these were either some shade of green or some shade of brown.
These cars are great, and I love the shape of them. Just yank out the archaic emission equipment, do what you want with the motor & you have a nice cruiser.
That’s the color of my 77 Chevelle if it weren’t so faded out from the Texas sun.
I don’t think I could ever buy one of these Monacos, heck, the only reason I bought my Chevelle was it was very similar to the one I had in HS and for $300 for a titled car in Texas that ran and had ice cold air, it was a screaming bargan
Keith, thanks for your service to the community. A great story for the week before Christmas…
Kudos to you for getting this done for the youth center! It’s an amazing story and your efforts will make such a difference for those kids.
Too bad Roscoe P. Coltrane doesn’t need any more of these… that would have made your life easier.
> The old lady had mentioned something about grandsons, valve adjustment, and “never quite ran the same” – but I declined to jump down that rabbit-hole.
I’d bet that’s the answer to most of your engine troubles. Slant sixes didn’t get hydraulic lifters until 1981. Someone tried to adjust the valve lash on this engine and messed it up.
That valve adjustment was actually one of the most fun jobs to do on these. I was taught to do it with the engine running. Feeler gauge in one hand and wwwwwrench iiiiiin tttttthe ooooottttther to tighten the little jumping nut on the little jumping rocker arms. I recall about 20 minutes start to finish, and a new valve cover gasket was the only materials cost.
How often was that supposed to be done anyway? And did folks bother? I do remember a lot of old /6 taxis and such with quite a mechanical symphony from under the hood. Not that it seemed to slow them down much.
And just why did the /6 not get hydraulic lifters from the get-go? Never heard an explanation for that.
I read the valve adjustment was supposed to be every 30k miles, and most probably didn’t get done nearly that often. I don’t know why they hung in there with the mechanical lifters for so long. Maybe to keep people coming back to the dealer for service?
Of course, my mom’s 1986 Aerostar had mechanical lifters for some reason, and how many people bothered to come back to have those adjusted?
True, Paul, but in my experience valves that are too tight cause more problems that those that are too lose. Tight valves will give the exact same symptoms described here.
From what I understand, the Slant Six didn’t get hydraulic lifters until so late due to the cost.
Jeez, can’t you Chevy guys find a little love for an old Mopar? Awwww, a slant 6, too. You sound awfully huffy about this car’s issues for a guy who has brought some pretty wretched old Chevrolets back to life. 🙂
The combination of 44k miles along with sagging springs, that threadbare seat and the bad-running engine does not really compute. 144K? Could this have been a Lean Burn? Also, these still had mechanical valve lifters, and I wonder if the kids who did the valve adjustment overtightened things and burned a valve or two.
All that said, I retain very little love for these. However, this car with the six would have a certain amount of retro charm for me. This may be the most appealing late B body sedan I have seen. It has undoubtedly been painted white and fitted with police gear by now.
springs sag because of age, not mileage.
If it were because of mileage, my 95 Explorer should be on the stops at 322,000 miles, instead its got the typical “Explorer lean” towards the drivers side. and overall sits about a half inch lower overall.
Regardless, the front seat fabric is worn out and there appears to be a big crack in the middle of the dashpad. This was driven for only 44K miles then parked inside a barn?
The receipts in the glovebox had it active and maintained from new to about 1994, when its odometer was in the low thirties. It sat until around 2000, when one of the youngons was allowed to take it on a long-term borrowing arrangement (more than a few months, but not quite a year).
It was during that time when most of the unfortunate things were said to have occurred, along with a general lack of proper maintenance – mismatched used tires on the rear, for example. He didn’t exactly return it like he found it!
If this car had come along today, I would have been more tempted to lay down the cash myself and keep it. It was in remarkably good shape body-wise, and I bet the Super Six would have been far more impressive had I taken the time to get it running right.
But I was at a point in my life where a six-bang sedan really didn’t fit. I had my ’85 V8-ed Regal and my ’98 C1500, plus I’d just picked up the Jeep around that time, and all that without a garage to work in… my hands were full!
If it had had a few less doors, or a few more cylinders, it might still be around. I’d been thinking it from the start – and my old man was saying the same before I had the chance. Guess we were on the same page.
And yes, I do fear that it got turned into another wanna-be Bluesmobile 🙁
Chryslers have a mini cult following in South Carolina which can come in handy. These Dodges are quite rare in SC (I have only seen two or three), but when I do see one I take notice.
It is nice the Youth Centre got new computers.
I am having flashbacks to HS and drivers ed. Nuff said!
“something about grandsons, valve adjustment, and “never quite ran the same”
LOL. Say no more!
Never thought I’d say it, but it actually is a nice looking car (interior excepted). I’m surprised you didn’t list in on eBay.
Is it just me, or do the Chrysler products of that era reflect the malaise of that era better than any other cars? It’s not just the color (other makes offered that color), but the overall styling. I mean, that is one sad car, especially the rear end.
And look at the Volares and Aspens from the same generation — even more sad with their round headlights. The first car I remember our family having was a 1976 Volare. I remember my dad having pretty much nothing good to say about that car. You could watch it rust in realtime.
Despite all this, I still like them! They were not aggressively ugly like some of the big Fords of the 70s.
I wouldn’t quite call this the same “generation” as the Aspen/Volare. This iteration of the B-body body had fuselage styling, which was later watered-down with later “re-freshing”. It predated the Aspen/Volare by a fair bit, starting out as the 1971 Dodge Coronet and Plymouth Satellite, then becoming the Monaco for two years in 1977-78. The Aspen/Volare appeared for 1976.
My mom had a ’72 Coronet. it had a loop bumper and quad round headlights, which I much prefer to the front end on the featured car. Hers was metallic rootbeer brown and had a 318. My parents liked it well enough that they had the bodywork fixed-up followed by a full repaint, then she drove it until 1986. At that point my dad deemed it unsafe because the firewall had rusted out.
That’s too bad that its problems were deeper than you expected. While rather outdated by the time these cars became Monacos, I really like the shape of them, and I think the final models years looked best with the square headlights. Even with the 5mph impact bumpers, I’m glad Chrysler kept the taillights located in the bumpers. Great color too! Most of these cars are more of an avocado green.
The avocado green was thankfully gone by 1975 or 76. Chrysler’s greens were really quite attractive in the second half of the 70s.
On a recent Cadillac thread, there was a lot of discussion about the loss of mojo in the transition from Bill Mitchell to Irv Rybicki. I think the same thing happened at Chrysler. Elwood Engel had a style that worked pretty well. Even though the fuselage cars were not that well received, they certainly had a coherent design language. Once Dick Macadam took over Chrysler styling (1974?), I find the results sort of ad hoc. Some cars (like the Cordoba and Magnum) were very attractive, while others (the Volare and the M and R bodies) were just dull.
This body was tough to bring successfully into the late 70s (and they were not all that successful) but I am not really crazy about the styling on these.
Prior to getting Engel’s job, Dick Macadam was a Chrysler design VP, and one of my favorite stories is how Macadam was adamantly against the Road Runner decals. He was solely responsible for choosing the original, 1968, one-year-only, black & white ‘walking’ Road Runner bird, and only through some trickery were the decals installed at the factory. Macadam wanted the cars shipped with the decals in the glove compartment but the Road Runner was unveiled in New Mexico. As you might imagine, the dealers from that state loved ’em, Macadam was overridden, and the decals went on at the factory.
When the Road Runner (and the decals) became a big hit, I wonder if Macadam, in trying to make amends for his earlier mistaken hatred of decals, was the guy who told a new junior designer assigned to the new E-body to ‘go put a stripe on that car’, and the incensed designer came up with the infamous 1971 quarter panel ‘billboard’ stripes. The designer’s supervisor, in the complete opposite of what he thought would happen, loved the billboard stripes and subsequently approved them for production.
OTOH, Macadam was very instrumental on the styling of the original A-body Barracuda and almost certainly had a hand in other classic sixties’ Chrysler car designs, as well. Considering the Road Runner decal mistake and the lame mid-to-late seventies’ B-body sedans (and possibly the outrageous 1971 E-body billboard stripes), maybe he just wasn’t as capable, overall, as Engel when he finally got Engel’s job in ’74.
Anyone else think Engel’s successor would make a good CC article?
I think he was quoted as saying “look at the damn thing! Its purple, it doesn’t go with a single thing on the car!” in regards to the Road Runner emblem, which is why they were black and white on the first year RR’s.
While that explains the bland black & white color, it doesn’t offer much insight into why Macadam decided to use a ‘walking’ bird. He had a wide array of versions from which to choose and, unless he was doing it out of spite, it’s odd why he would decide on the one which seemed to show the least amount of speed.
It sort of looks like an ‘X’, so maybe that’s what he was hoping to inspire, sort of like an abbreviated version of the GTX (which is pretty much what the RR was, anyway).
I am a sucker for clean, old – even malaise era – sedans. I “took in” a similar ’78 Buick Skylark (back in 1995) . . . it was clean and the carb was messed up. Rebuilt it and it ran like a clock! THM 200 gave up it’s ghost, but that too, was replaced for minimal cost in the day. 23 mpg average on the island of Oahu. Patched a couple of rust spots (left front lower fender; right rear C pillar – salt air rust) and she was cherry. Sold it to a young Coast Guardsman and his young bride who needed a sedan – fast – as baby no.1 was on the way. Car was promptly driven into the ground. It is now a Samsung refrigerator somewhere by now . . .
The body on this Dodge is clean and I wouldn’t mind having her. The running issue probably is a sucked/burnt valve of sorts – nothing a new head from a junkyard wouldn’t cure. When these were new, I don’t think I would’ve seen one with a six in California in the day (318 2-pot, unless you were the CHP who got specially built 440’s).
BTW – I had an ’83 Dodge D-150 with the six. Lean burn wasn’t removed, but a Mopar mechanic advanced the timing and it ran great. Of course, it had to have premium . . . but it ran great.
BTW, I’d like this car. I’d keep the six, replace the head – and keep it in California at my Mom’s house to use as a mainland car!
I still love the fuselage body look on these. I had a ’77 Fury Salon, which was the same as this but for the grille, tail lights, and emblems. Cadet blue with a 318. I’m sorry that this was a pig for you Keith, mine was about the best car I’ve owned. But eventually age got the better of it and I had to let it go. I still miss it.
I had a 1977 Royal Monaco BROGHAM with a 360 V8, it was awesome.
And we’ll never be Royals…
That would have been a good title for this article….
I was considering “It Was A Royal Something-Or-Other” 😉
“me and the green six-bang pig …”
Don’t sugar coat it. Tell us what you really think of a car with a square late 70s front end, pasted on a early 70s round body, thrown together by a company that was going bankrupt.
“It was gutless, but once it coughed and puffed its way up to speed, it had no problem keeping itself there…But just as I hit the first-ring suburbs, it happened – chug, chug, chug, cough, coast.”
Gee…my Dad’s 69 Plymouth Fury 318 ran like that from new.
A little background: the term “pig” came into use around here shortly after I rehabbed my ’81 Bonneville. It was white, a four-door, fairly gutless, and drank gas and oil like they were going out of style… but it pulled its weight, more or less. We began calling it the “Super Pig” – a name that expressed our simultaneous affection and disdain for the car.
As other similar vehicles came along, the term was adapted. The Dodge was the “green pig”, my ’95 9C1 Caprice (peppy but rusty, and ate transmissions for lunch) was a “purple pig”, and so on.
But when applied without an adjective, “pig” alone is nothing but a slight to the vehicle in question. As in, “The car was so rusty, I had to lay a sheet of plywood in its trunk before I could fill it with scrap metal. The junkyard even moved me to the front of the line, ’cause they said it was too ugly to leave sitting out front. What a pig!”
The featured car was referred to in both ways at various times 😉
around here (SE VA) that Dodge would have been snapped up by the Dukes of Hazzard fans and turned into a Rosco P. Coltrane cruiser clone faster than you can say Yeehah.
Nice car! If it had a V8, ANY V8, I would have sent $1500 the same day, no questions asked; I have a soft spot for those cars are they very hard to find in any shape, much less a nice survivor like that one. But that’s a big car and too much for an emissions choked late-70s /6 to haul around.
As bad of shape as Chrysler was in those years, those were pretty well-built, well-designed cars. They were legacies of the 1971 B-Body and probably the last of the great classic Mopars. The big block police package cars of those years were one of the best performing cars on the market. My Dad had a 1971 Satellite and drove it until well into the mid-1980s until there was more rust than paint. The 318 and TorqueFlite still worked perfectly when the wrecker hauled it off. That was a great car.
I know nothing about these cars yet I have a spot for them because of a childhood spent watching Dukes of Hazzard. Even if they don’t jump quite as far as a Charger.
“The plugs, wires, and points were all good,..”
Is it possible that this car had the distributor from an earlier engine swapped in, perhaps in an attempt to get rid of a cantankerous Lean Burn system?
I’m pretty sure all Mopars ran electronic ignition starting in the early ’70s, and by ’77 this car likely came with Lean Burn – so the factory set up wouldn’t have points.
My memory may have faded on that detail. The more I think about it, the less sure I become!
I remember the words “lean burn” being tossed around by others more in-the-know while I was gathering parts, but I don’t recall anyone coming to the conclusion that that engine had it.
It’s a good thing that it never got parted out. I would have loved to have a Super Six manifold and carb for my 65 Belvedere. And of course those Torqueflights are pretty popular too.
The Fred Dryer-mobile!
About 7 years ago, there was one of these square headlighted Monacos at a local car lot that sometimes gets some very odd cars. Most are pretty sad, but this one was in really nice shape, 66K, according to the odometer and some receipts we found under the passenger side seat. It was an Arizona car with a 99% intact interior! And the best thing, it was dark BLUE, not the awful green like the car in the article was, nor was it beige, brown, or that sickly yellow that one local one was in. We saw that car for about 20 years. The steering wheel was in terrible shape, I don’t know why. My sister has bad luck with steering wheels too. I told a friend about it and he bought it the next morning. I don’t remember what he paid for it. It had a pretty decent 360 in it, with headers, an Edelbrock intake, and probably a cam in it, too. It did a fine job smoking the tires. Once we replaced the steering wheel with an Ebay replacement, he drove it a lot for the year and a half he had it. The only thing that died on it was the cruise went out about 3 months after he bought it. He had no intentions of selling it, but he took it to some Mopar show down south and got a stupid high offer for it. He couldn’t resist it, it was over twice what he paid for it! He started looking for another one a few years ago, and so far, he’s had little luck finding one that doesn’t need a lot of work and restoration.
I’m not to sure about the square front end and curvy rear matching up but I could put up with a sorted one especially with a slant 6.Another car I get a late night detective TV show feel from.I could just see 2 detectives in the front and a rat wearing a wire in the back seat about to be sent on a case
It is a neat colour on a big old car. One that I can’t muster a huge amount of passion for but good on you for reviving it and moving onto the next owner.
The last one of those that I saw was a white on tan ex-cop car that had a good 440 and Torqueflite in it, and was straight and rustfree. But the guy had pulled the Sure-grip rear end to put under some Super Bee or Roadrunner he had.
Were it rust free and lacking the ‘ventilated trunk’ that Mopars often developed after their third year, I’d have had it in a shot. Aside from being the same colour as my Mercedes 190, it is a slant six- one of the best engines ever made.
I rescued a similar slant-six Gran Fury M-body from the New Orleans thrift store/ car donation shop on Camp and Calliope (under the GNO bridge for those of you locals) for a few hundred bucks. She was christened Golden Granny, and similarly ran very piggishly. I think the early 80s feedback carb system was even more awful than the earlier lean burn, if such a thing was possible. My parents had an ’83 Aries that NEVER ran right. I just remember that every Dodge and CP dealer we took it to said we had ‘bad gas’. Strange, as my dad’s Corolla was filled at the same station and never had the same drivability issues.
But back to Granny- After a thorough ludditizing- removing the feedback carb and emissions gubbins and returning it to 1971 spec with an ignition and carb system specced for a Valiant, it drove like a new car. One of my three jobs while I was in college there was delivering food for a local restaurant, and Granny proved her stuff. Delivery driving kills cars faster than a demolition derby, and Granny reliably performed her task for 30K very hard miles, requiring nothing more than the occasional oil and filter. Not bad for a squared up Volare.
I was able to repay her faithful service during this point in my life by returning her home to his birthplace of Windsor, Ontario where I was attending university, and selling her to a Mopar enthusiast who worked at the minivan plant and was delighted to have a rust free southern car. Granny got a near miss there, because had I not rescued her, she no doubt would have been another victim of Katrina a few years later. Who’d have thought moving a car from the south to Ontario would save a car from terminal rot?
Nothing beats a slant six mopar for giving more than its worth- and I miss you Granny.
Good story, thanks!
Didn’t Frank Drebin drive one of these in the original Police Squad TV series? Or was it a Satellite? As much as I despise sedans, this has a strange appeal to it. My love of Mopars (including a strange attraction for forgotten ones) notwithstanding, that is a great color on this car. Get that /6 back running right, spruce up the interior and this would make a nice ride for roadtrips.
A Slant Six in THAT? No wonder it drove like a pig.
A police-spec 440 Magnum (not available to civilians that year or the next, which was its last) transformed those cars! Whole different animal.
I have to admit to owning one as a civilian besides driving them as a cop. After I left police work I bought one from the California Highway Patrol…one of their last ones before the St. Regis. Years later, repainted in a pale cream-yellow and by then forgotten by the youth as what they once were, it and I were cruising along on the freeway when I spied a tricked-out BMW coming on fast behind, weaving through the light traffic. OK, let’s have some fun. I let him get close enough and then punched the Dodge (its 440, uh, no longer conformed to air pollution regulations). That must have both surprised him and got him worked up, because he decided that no American iron was going to outrun his BMW. No, SIR!
He could stay with the Dodge but didn’t have the suds to pass, until I spotted traffic ahead and slowed a bit (I had to consider, he could probably STOP better than I could). That gave him his chance. He pulled onto the left shoulder and went with all he had.
It wasn’t enough. Then the traffic ahead cleared (maybe somebody thought the Dodge was STILL a cop car?) and I went for it again. He tried but on the shoulder, had hit gravel which finished him. Last I saw of him was a cloud of dust. He kept the greasy side down but his Bimmer probably picked up a good case of gravel rash that day.
Yes, I’m older now and wouldn’t do it again, even if I still had the Dodge, which I finally sold, still running with 200,000 miles on it to someone who wanted to restore it to full CHP trim. But it was fun, back then.
I thought this was a European brand because of those orange rear turn lights.
My dad’s 2nd to last car was the ’77 Plymouth version that he got in the late ’80s. Horrible to drive and look at but perfectly serviceable. In nondescript tan.
hi Keith,
look at it this way……
someone who wanted one got an old Dodge (if I lived in the US, I’d take this over a Camry or Accord in a shot…), the old lady got her barn back, the youth centre got the IT equipment, you got that warm feeling we all like and enough for a bottle of wine when you got home, we got the story,….
…………for an old car, that’s not a bad score…..
this car for sale