It was 1984 I was going through a junk yard and found a 1958 Plymouth Fury. When I was younger my dad had a 1958 Plymouth wagon. My place was in the third seat facing back. The car caught my interest so I opened the hood. I saw the dual carbs and couldn't believe my eyes. I then looked in the car and the interior was nice and it had a 150 speedo.
I went home and called my dad he told me that it was a rare car and it came with that motor from the factory. He was excited about the car and I knew then it would be a perfect car to restore for him. I was 29 and my wife was expecting our son..
Time went by and I kept going up to the yard and asking to buy the car. He would not sell me the car. One day my grandfather was up and I asked him if he knew the guy at the yard because his old farm was down the street. He did, We went there with my dad. He agreed to sell me the car but told me I had to work for it. Make a path to get it out by moving several cars that were in the way that had no wheels. And this had to be done without the use of my dads tow truck.
By the time I got the car out my son was 6 months old . I named him after my dad. He was so proud of him he would wait on our porch until we got up to hold him . Almost every day when I was on middles.
Well here is where it gets to me. I put the 58 in the garage . My dads car was leaking trans fluid from the leaver seal. A 1973 Polara wagon I bought him at a PPL auction. He asked me if I could help him fix it. I said yes. I showed up at the garage and he already had it on ramps right outside the garage door where the 58 was. If only I would have not put that car in the garage.
Well he had his car on solid wooden ramps made out of RR ties. The 4 wheels were blocked and the hand brake was on. I was about to get under the car and the phone rang. My mom yelled out its Doug . My brother in law he needed to talk to me. I went to the phone . He asked me if I could come to his shop and look at a dart that wasn't shifting properly.
I told him no but he told me if I didn't come right down he was going to throw my Hemi heads I had on his bench out on the street. I told my dad I would be right back and asked him to ride along. My dad flipped out He wasn't having a good day. He spent the early morning handing out Tracks from church . We are Christians and he lived by the Bible. He visited all 4 of my sisters That morning and was up to see My son. But he had and argument with one of my sisters and that put him in a bad mood.
While I was getting in my car and backing out he yelled he was going to take it to a trans shop. I shouldn't have stopped him. But I got out of the car and walked back to the garage. He kicked all the blocks from behind the wheels and got in the car and started it up. As I walked over he released the parking brake and put it in reverse.
I Said Dad I don't know who you are mad at but don't take it out on me. I then reminded him that I would be right back. He shut off the car and went in the house. I left and was going a 1/4 mile down the road.
I was told after I left he went in the house and yelled for my mom and asked her for a carpet. She was in the attic and he didn't here her answer. When she came down she was walking back to the garage and saw the car roll back. She saw him pinned under the car. She instantly put the jack under the car and jacked it up but she had the jack between the rad. and the motor. She ran in the house and call Doug . I just pulled in and he told me to go right home and his worker jumped in. I had my Demon flat out. I pulled in the driveway and saw my dads legs sticking out from under the car. Dougs helper held the weight off of him and I got the jack in place. all the while my mom was screaming. It was to late he was dead but I gave him mouth to mouth and CPR until the ambulance arrived. They pulled me off and took over . They were his freinds from Whitehall fire and ambulance. My dad died that day and its hard for me to type now as I think of him.. the 3/8 drive ratchet was still in his hand with a 7/16 socket and extension. He was taking the trans lever off and pulled it out of gear. Not remembering he kicked the blocks out and had taken the hand brake off. If only I wouldn't have stopped him when he was going to drive away!!!
I went to the funeral and the old guy I bought the Fury from was standing there waiting for me. As I approached him he said . I told you to leave that car where it was. You didn't listen!. I told him that it was my dads car that fell on him and the fury had nothing to do with it. Get rid of that car he said.
After the funeral and My grieving slowed I couldn't stop thinking of the old guy and what he said. My wife and my grandfather went with me to the junkyard. He told me why he didn'nt want to sell it. The original owner bought the car and his wife left him. He left the car run in the garage and smogged himslf to death. He towed the car in for the wife. While in the yard several years later someone wanted the car he was getting it out and the car fell on him and he lost his legs.
That was it my wife said it has to go. While I was selling the car and interested gent told me of the movie" Christine" I watched it and I couldn't believe it. I sold the car to this guy. He had a red Belvedere and he wanted to turn the car into Christine. He needed the Fury. I told him of the bad luck it brought me and he bought it anyway.
A couple of years went by and I was at Carlise in my spots and decided to walk around. I saw a row of Christine's . I started walking torward them and saw one of them had a gold grille with the silver V. I knew it was a Fury. As I got closer the car gave me the chills.
The owner recognized me and walked over it was the guy I sold my Fury. I struck a conversation with him and noticed it was for sale. I asked him why. He owned a body shop in Harrisburg. They were cutting the back of the Fury off to make a couch out of it. Something happened he didn't want to get into and it seriously injured an Employee and he got sued. The couch they made out of the fury was the last straw. The tail lights that were turned into 110 volts shorted and started on fire . He lost everything. When I first met him he looked clean and energetic he had everything going. That day he looked as though he was drained and just needed someone to talk to. I felt bad for him but remembered my dad. I told him to pray and things would get better.
Everyone that had anything to do with that car fell to bad fortune . My friends son was killed one month after my dad in my Demon.
Well there is a lot more to this story of my 58 but I feel I should let it not be told . I have had some life threatening accidents whenever I try to threaten the source . I haven't gone to church since but I Pray to god and always ask him for forgiveness. I watch over my son like a hawk and make sure he is safe. My wife would read the bible and have prayer meetings with my kids as they grew. In they're rooms every night. I always ask God, Why did he take him? I just never understood why. My wife made me sell my Demon back then. But I bought and have another stored away.
So there it is and here are some picks of the car . The picture of the back of the car. The garage door to the left is where my dad was killed. Oh yeah the car started right up on a gas bottle. It was a 350 dual quad with 410 gears. The car had less then 1000 miles the interior was like new. This is a true story and several of the people in my area who know me remember when this all happened. If I were to tell you about my life since the 58. I would be at this computer for days . You couldn't imagine what I have been through.
Praise god and please watch over my family. I Say this every night and know they will be safe.
I went home and called my dad he told me that it was a rare car and it came with that motor from the factory. He was excited about the car and I knew then it would be a perfect car to restore for him. I was 29 and my wife was expecting our son..
Time went by and I kept going up to the yard and asking to buy the car. He would not sell me the car. One day my grandfather was up and I asked him if he knew the guy at the yard because his old farm was down the street. He did, We went there with my dad. He agreed to sell me the car but told me I had to work for it. Make a path to get it out by moving several cars that were in the way that had no wheels. And this had to be done without the use of my dads tow truck.
By the time I got the car out my son was 6 months old . I named him after my dad. He was so proud of him he would wait on our porch until we got up to hold him . Almost every day when I was on middles.
Well here is where it gets to me. I put the 58 in the garage . My dads car was leaking trans fluid from the leaver seal. A 1973 Polara wagon I bought him at a PPL auction. He asked me if I could help him fix it. I said yes. I showed up at the garage and he already had it on ramps right outside the garage door where the 58 was. If only I would have not put that car in the garage.
Well he had his car on solid wooden ramps made out of RR ties. The 4 wheels were blocked and the hand brake was on. I was about to get under the car and the phone rang. My mom yelled out its Doug . My brother in law he needed to talk to me. I went to the phone . He asked me if I could come to his shop and look at a dart that wasn't shifting properly.
I told him no but he told me if I didn't come right down he was going to throw my Hemi heads I had on his bench out on the street. I told my dad I would be right back and asked him to ride along. My dad flipped out He wasn't having a good day. He spent the early morning handing out Tracks from church . We are Christians and he lived by the Bible. He visited all 4 of my sisters That morning and was up to see My son. But he had and argument with one of my sisters and that put him in a bad mood.
While I was getting in my car and backing out he yelled he was going to take it to a trans shop. I shouldn't have stopped him. But I got out of the car and walked back to the garage. He kicked all the blocks from behind the wheels and got in the car and started it up. As I walked over he released the parking brake and put it in reverse.
I Said Dad I don't know who you are mad at but don't take it out on me. I then reminded him that I would be right back. He shut off the car and went in the house. I left and was going a 1/4 mile down the road.
I was told after I left he went in the house and yelled for my mom and asked her for a carpet. She was in the attic and he didn't here her answer. When she came down she was walking back to the garage and saw the car roll back. She saw him pinned under the car. She instantly put the jack under the car and jacked it up but she had the jack between the rad. and the motor. She ran in the house and call Doug . I just pulled in and he told me to go right home and his worker jumped in. I had my Demon flat out. I pulled in the driveway and saw my dads legs sticking out from under the car. Dougs helper held the weight off of him and I got the jack in place. all the while my mom was screaming. It was to late he was dead but I gave him mouth to mouth and CPR until the ambulance arrived. They pulled me off and took over . They were his freinds from Whitehall fire and ambulance. My dad died that day and its hard for me to type now as I think of him.. the 3/8 drive ratchet was still in his hand with a 7/16 socket and extension. He was taking the trans lever off and pulled it out of gear. Not remembering he kicked the blocks out and had taken the hand brake off. If only I wouldn't have stopped him when he was going to drive away!!!
I went to the funeral and the old guy I bought the Fury from was standing there waiting for me. As I approached him he said . I told you to leave that car where it was. You didn't listen!. I told him that it was my dads car that fell on him and the fury had nothing to do with it. Get rid of that car he said.
After the funeral and My grieving slowed I couldn't stop thinking of the old guy and what he said. My wife and my grandfather went with me to the junkyard. He told me why he didn'nt want to sell it. The original owner bought the car and his wife left him. He left the car run in the garage and smogged himslf to death. He towed the car in for the wife. While in the yard several years later someone wanted the car he was getting it out and the car fell on him and he lost his legs.
That was it my wife said it has to go. While I was selling the car and interested gent told me of the movie" Christine" I watched it and I couldn't believe it. I sold the car to this guy. He had a red Belvedere and he wanted to turn the car into Christine. He needed the Fury. I told him of the bad luck it brought me and he bought it anyway.
A couple of years went by and I was at Carlise in my spots and decided to walk around. I saw a row of Christine's . I started walking torward them and saw one of them had a gold grille with the silver V. I knew it was a Fury. As I got closer the car gave me the chills.
The owner recognized me and walked over it was the guy I sold my Fury. I struck a conversation with him and noticed it was for sale. I asked him why. He owned a body shop in Harrisburg. They were cutting the back of the Fury off to make a couch out of it. Something happened he didn't want to get into and it seriously injured an Employee and he got sued. The couch they made out of the fury was the last straw. The tail lights that were turned into 110 volts shorted and started on fire . He lost everything. When I first met him he looked clean and energetic he had everything going. That day he looked as though he was drained and just needed someone to talk to. I felt bad for him but remembered my dad. I told him to pray and things would get better.
Everyone that had anything to do with that car fell to bad fortune . My friends son was killed one month after my dad in my Demon.
Well there is a lot more to this story of my 58 but I feel I should let it not be told . I have had some life threatening accidents whenever I try to threaten the source . I haven't gone to church since but I Pray to god and always ask him for forgiveness. I watch over my son like a hawk and make sure he is safe. My wife would read the bible and have prayer meetings with my kids as they grew. In they're rooms every night. I always ask God, Why did he take him? I just never understood why. My wife made me sell my Demon back then. But I bought and have another stored away.
So there it is and here are some picks of the car . The picture of the back of the car. The garage door to the left is where my dad was killed. Oh yeah the car started right up on a gas bottle. It was a 350 dual quad with 410 gears. The car had less then 1000 miles the interior was like new. This is a true story and several of the people in my area who know me remember when this all happened. If I were to tell you about my life since the 58. I would be at this computer for days . You couldn't imagine what I have been through.
Praise god and please watch over my family. I Say this every night and know they will be safe.
