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This Savoy is Mopar's link to super-stock stardom-and my connection to my dad | Hagerty Media

From 1961 to '64, my dad Fred worked at Al Roberts Plymouth in Garden Grove, California, where he managed the used-car lot. In the first year or so that he worked there, Al Roberts tried several times to get my dad to take a new Plymouth as a demonstrator that he could drive for free.
Intermediate Driver

My dad was finally able to afford his first new car in 1963. It was a Dodge Polara 330, slant 6, push button torqueflight, bench seats, am radio, etc. In 1974 it became my first car. By then it was badly rotted, as Mopars tended to do, but I loved it! I drove the hell out of that thing for a couple of years, and then it’s life came to an end from a fatal thrown rod (too many neutral drops with that push button torque flight?). But that connection with my dad I will never forget. He was so proud of that car, his first new car....only to become my first car! Cars become a part of the family, they hold so many memories. Some people get that, many don’t.
Pit Crew

What a Great story!! We have a 66 Mustang GT my brother bought new. In our garage and still driven in decent weather. Had it for 41 years!!

ah, such great times
Pit Crew

Great Story....I always thought the '63 and '64 Furys were the best out of Chrysler. I currently have a '63 Golden Commando which unfortunately is for sale. Your Plymouth will always be a great reminder of your dad.

I love a story like this. I managed to hold onto my family heirloom. In 1967, my grandfather gave my mother his 1955 Studebaker President because the dealer wouldn't give him much in trade on a 1968 Skylark. In 1971, we went to Hershey and found out there was a club for folks like us and car shows became a lifestyle. I've had others since but The Great Scott is still in my driveway.
Pit Crew

Beautiful--the story and the car.

Cool car, better story. Thanks!
New Driver

Wow what a car and even better story! Kudos to you Dennis and especially the previous owner for offering the Savoy to you.
New Driver

Excellent story. I'm a 58 year young male Kiwi [New Zealander] complete left leg amputee as a result of my near-death motorcycle accident in 1990 when I was 26. I have become seriously addicted to American & Australian muscle/pony/classic cars & hot & street rods, pickups etc on top of motorcycles and trucks.

I'm a NZ trade certified automotive engineer [mechanic] by trade and served my 8,000 hour apprenticeship between '81-'85 - the workshop was a GM franchise and it serviced mainly Bedford & Isuzu trucks & buses. Somehow I have developed a fetish for mopar. Initially my favorite mopar was the '70 Dodge Chally R/T 440+6 [the star of my favorite road movie Vanishing Point]. And I love the '55 Chrysler 500C - the body lines/curves design is beautiful as is the 'E' 'coke bottle' body design of the '70 Chally. And then there's those mopar engines...Initially I loved the RB 440ci. However more recently I hade conducted research on the 413ci & 426ci Max Wedge Ramcharger and now I am hooked on the American Drag Racing scene/culture [NHRA] of the early '60s especially '63-'65 and the mopar Lightweights. I love the story of 'The Ramchargers' & 'The Chargers'. And I'm not arrogant enough to only research mopar.

I love all other brands, cars, models and big block V8 engines that were designed for mainly the '60s era. I mean how good was the 427ci SOHC Side Oiler 'Cammer'? And then of course there's Chevrolet's 427ci especially in the Z11 Impala and then the '69 ZL1 Camaro. And I can't leave out Pontiac - and the SD 421ci. But how about this awesome story on this page. I love the passion of Americans and their muscle and pony car culture especially how those cars almost became family members! Such cars were passed from father to son and then son to his son. Or the car/s was sold and then somehow as in this story the car was returned to the original family. Just awesome!

I believe in this day & age of the electric car technology, the American muscle & pony car culture will NEVER be forgotten and will REMAIN as passionate as ever. Give me the smell of petrol fumes and the SOUND of a V8 engine EVERY DAY over the hum of electricity!