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1972 Plymouth Fury III

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I try to post cars made by defunct manufacturers on a regular basis (e.g., the Studebaker Lark of a few weeks back), but it's been months since we last saw one of Alameda's street-parked Plymouths (and even longer since we've seen an Olds). So here we go: a nice rust-free '72 Fury to start our day!

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I found this car parked in the West End, not far from the 1950 Plymouth Deluxe.

Illustration for article titled 1972 Plymouth Fury III


I consider 1972 to be the first year of the Malaise Era, what with the Watergate break-in, but this car has the chrome bumpers and powerful engine of the pre-Malaise Era. I drove a cop-spec '73 Fury for a while in high school, and I recall it being a pretty decent car (though the engine had less power and the '72s awesome grille had been replaced by a less imposing unit).

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It's hard not to love a huge expanse of chrome with a big rectangular opening for the car's nameplate!



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Back in '88 my family flew to San Diego for vacation (we lived in Australia) and instead of renting a car through one of the major rental chains (some of my favorite childhood memories are of the American cars we rented), my dad decided to be cheap and went to Rent-A-Wreck.

The wreck we got was a '72 Plymouth Fury III, just like this, but in baby-poo brown. My mom was seriously embarrassed to be seen it it. She was even more embarrassed when she found out the lock cylinder on the trunk lid was missing and my dad had to stick his finger in the hole to open it.

I remember we drove it to the Wild Animal Park on a warm day and the A/C was not working. To make things even worse, when my dad shut off the engine, it ran on for a few minutes, bucking and kicking the whole time.

So yeah, needless to say I don't have fond memories of this car. Unlike the turbo Lebaron convertible my dad rented in Maui which he used to fly around the mountain roads, much to the chagrin of my mom (but I loved it!).