Dodge 330

[dodgechargerfan]

My dad’s 1964 Dodge.
Had a slant 6. My dad never had to dig out the e d of the driveway after the snow plow went by. That car would just blast through it without thinking about it.

This is the car that I “drove” onto the train tracks in the yard where he worked. He went in to the credit union office and I stayed to play on the car.

Push button drive cars are fun!

I popped it into neutral and it slowly started to roll. By the time I got down off the seat and put all my weight on the brake pedal, I was right across the tracks. No trains moving, so no harm done.

Someone was heading into the office and told my dad, who came running out and backed us up into to the parking lot. He was laughing and a. It proud that I wrangled the steering and brakes with no power. I was probably 4 or 5 years old.

I rode on the rear package tray on many occasions.

 

[Dr.Jass]

One of my longtime friends inherited a '64 Polara slant from his uncle when he was 16. If memory serves, a different uncle had bought it new. By the time Kev got it, it had been on its roof on two different occasions and had around 400,000 miles on it. Pretty, it wasn't... but it was nearly bulletproof.
Kev eventually sold it, and what finally killed it--with nearly 500,000 on it by then--was a carb fire. Normally that wouldn't be anywhere near fatal, but the quick thinking of the owner made sure it was: "I can't throw water on a gasoline fire," he thought, "but I've got this whole gravel driveway at my disposal."
Yep... he threw handfuls of the stuff down the carb with the engine running.

 

[dodgechargerfan]

I still have some of the paperwork for this car.

Somewhere.

 

[restoman]

My Dad had the Plymouth counterpart: '64 Savoy, slant six with three on the tree.
I always had it in my mind that it was a Belvedere, but he insists it was a Savoy.
He bought it in the spring of '65, with only a few thousand miles on it. The salesman, according to Pop, kept trying to sell him a Barracuda, but he held fast to the "I've got a family, I need 4 doors" thing. Traded his '49 Ford pick-up in on it.
He sold it around '78 or '79 with something like 270, 000 on the odo, still with the original clutch, and the dealer installed clear plastic seat cover on the back seat.
Light blue metallic with a painted white roof.
Mom hated the car. Possibly because she was the one who dented both front fenders and mangled the rear bumper.
Amazingly, the only rust on the car was the lower quarters behind the wheels and a hole behind the driver's door body side molding.