You know how folks will say about a car, “It looks like it’s going fast, even when it’s standing still” ?
This car is really showing off that body roll speeding around that imaginary corner. ;o)
These are the Chryslers that I always said look like the designers were going through an “Impala Phase” when they were designing them. Squint a little bit, and it could be a preview of the ’74 Impala in 1973. As a teenager I always thought this, anyway.
Rarely?
Then every Chrysler, Plymouth and Dodge I ever had must have been pretty rare! You rarely had only ONE go down – the first one would break, and within hours the second one would go down as well. I’ll never forget the time we loaded the New Yorker for a long distance trip and got about as far as a block before the rear end collapsed. I can’t even tell you how common those instances were.
Oh, I sympathize with the dear old Newport, it has taste.
I mean, I’d list to port, possibly even de-clothe and sing “Yes, We Have No Bananas” whilst playing a combination kazoo and mummified guinea pig – if the port to which I was listing was a glass of W & J Graham’s Ne Oublie tawny.
I know, right, but for the full effect, you just can’t find the guinea pigs anymore, let alone their mummas, and as for the necessary ifications of them guineas, well, they think you’re a racist just for asking.
Also, kazoos are ok, but the de-clothing is not legal in at least 57 states.
“Loving You Has Made Me Bananas” was also heard blasting from many a motorsled in the Nixony days when the Newport ruled or at least rolled or at least tried to. The song’s line “You closed your cover before striking” defies explanation to today’s drivers with their Blueteeth & independent suspension. The 8-track cartridges revolutionized audio experiences: they had a heft that allowed them to be flung much farther than cassettes, with an accuracy the later CD’s, even frisbee-flipped, never matched. My cousin Minnie (no relation) beaned her two-timing bellbottomed boyfriend seen in an embrace with our town’s floozie in the forecourt of the Ben Franklin 5/10 Cent store with a Marlo Thomas 8T aimed from her moving ’71 Newport (the bf’s cousin, in a ’61 Tempest, was tailgating Minnie) while Minnie puffed a Camel & balanced a Slurpee. I was there in the back seat & remember the pull of acceleration as Minnie got away. The boyfriend was stunned (and, anyway, stoned); the floozie flung the 8-track back & it spiderwebbed the driver window of the town clerk’s ’69 Imperial; Minnie booked it out & when her dad got home at 5:45 we played mum & dumb. Boyfriend later became a cheese executive in a neighboring state but his cousin, who HAD, after all, tailgated Minnie, was cited for no-Mopar. “Loving You Has Made Me Bananas” was played at her banishment ceremony, where she stared darts at Minnie. Those were the days.
Listing aside, there is nothing attractive about this car. The front end doesn’t work at all with the fuselage design, and the hubcaps look so cheap. It also has a big butt. I like the next generation much better.
Chrysler’s legendary adjustable suspension allows the adventurous owner to stagger the chassis for more stable oval-track cornering.
You know how folks will say about a car, “It looks like it’s going fast, even when it’s standing still” ?
This car is really showing off that body roll speeding around that imaginary corner. ;o)
These are the Chryslers that I always said look like the designers were going through an “Impala Phase” when they were designing them. Squint a little bit, and it could be a preview of the ’74 Impala in 1973. As a teenager I always thought this, anyway.
Well if you look at the grill it’s logo is very similar to the Chevy bow tie
That ‘list’ gives this image a ‘Quinn Martin Production’ action quality. Tonight’s episode: Requiem for a Dinosaur, Act I.
Broken left torsion bar. It DID happen though very rarely.
Could be a bent frame due to an accident, then badly repaired, too.
Rarely?
Then every Chrysler, Plymouth and Dodge I ever had must have been pretty rare! You rarely had only ONE go down – the first one would break, and within hours the second one would go down as well. I’ll never forget the time we loaded the New Yorker for a long distance trip and got about as far as a block before the rear end collapsed. I can’t even tell you how common those instances were.
Torsion bar snapped.
Oh, I sympathize with the dear old Newport, it has taste.
I mean, I’d list to port, possibly even de-clothe and sing “Yes, We Have No Bananas” whilst playing a combination kazoo and mummified guinea pig – if the port to which I was listing was a glass of W & J Graham’s Ne Oublie tawny.
A votre sante.
You just don’t hear that song often enough these days!
I know, right, but for the full effect, you just can’t find the guinea pigs anymore, let alone their mummas, and as for the necessary ifications of them guineas, well, they think you’re a racist just for asking.
Also, kazoos are ok, but the de-clothing is not legal in at least 57 states.
“Loving You Has Made Me Bananas” was also heard blasting from many a motorsled in the Nixony days when the Newport ruled or at least rolled or at least tried to. The song’s line “You closed your cover before striking” defies explanation to today’s drivers with their Blueteeth & independent suspension. The 8-track cartridges revolutionized audio experiences: they had a heft that allowed them to be flung much farther than cassettes, with an accuracy the later CD’s, even frisbee-flipped, never matched. My cousin Minnie (no relation) beaned her two-timing bellbottomed boyfriend seen in an embrace with our town’s floozie in the forecourt of the Ben Franklin 5/10 Cent store with a Marlo Thomas 8T aimed from her moving ’71 Newport (the bf’s cousin, in a ’61 Tempest, was tailgating Minnie) while Minnie puffed a Camel & balanced a Slurpee. I was there in the back seat & remember the pull of acceleration as Minnie got away. The boyfriend was stunned (and, anyway, stoned); the floozie flung the 8-track back & it spiderwebbed the driver window of the town clerk’s ’69 Imperial; Minnie booked it out & when her dad got home at 5:45 we played mum & dumb. Boyfriend later became a cheese executive in a neighboring state but his cousin, who HAD, after all, tailgated Minnie, was cited for no-Mopar. “Loving You Has Made Me Bananas” was played at her banishment ceremony, where she stared darts at Minnie. Those were the days.
I would’ve thought “Love Shack” by the B-52s would be more appropriate.
“Got me a Chrysler that’s as big as a whale”, indeed.
How about a Falstaff ?
The sway of the ’73 Chrys-olet.
I remember in 1973 thinking that this new front end was a modern car trying to pry its way out of that 1969 body.
Yes, busted torsion bar (or rusted mount).
Looks like that liner hit an iceberg.
Used to see rusty Mopars listing like this Newport when the torsion bar anchor failed.
Listing aside, there is nothing attractive about this car. The front end doesn’t work at all with the fuselage design, and the hubcaps look so cheap. It also has a big butt. I like the next generation much better.