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I cannot make any claim to accuracy for the materials that I have used to make these articles. In some cases, the journals go back 50 years. — Curtis Redgap
by Curtis Redgap
After taking a beating in 1960, 1961, and particularly 1962, the prospect of another good year after 1963 put morale and
spirit over the top, at our store and across Chrysler. Plymouth
had much to be proud of; sales had
zoomed, putting Plymouth back into fifth place, leaping over both Buick and Rambler.
Even though Elwood Engle was now the top designer at Chrysler, the 1963
models belonged to the departed Virgil Exner. They
had been designed on a crash basis, because Lynn Townsend, as the new Chairman,
didn't like what he had seen for 1963 in 1962.
When the photo stills
arrived for the new 1964 model Plymouth, I was stunned! The
combination between what Exner had created and what Engle had envisioned
was enough to palpitate an enthusiast's heart. They were painfully gorgeous
Engineering had not been forgotten. Engines were beefed up
with powerful V-8s across the spectrum.
The highlight was the late 1963 model year introduction of the wedge
head 426-R V-8. With a single four barrel, it was “officially” rated at 365
horsepower. When I tried out a convertible 426 with a
four speed, it grabbed the road like a cheetah after its dinner.
Opening night in late September 1963 was as good as we had ever seen. I
only wished that Grandpa, Mrs. Weed, and Mr. Green had been there to help us
with that night. Plymouth was generating its own excitement again.
The new Chrysler 300 letter car, 300K, had a 390 horsepower, 413
cubic inch V-8, and handled like a real road car. Dodge was okay, but the
front end treatment was just not that smooth; in comparison to more recent
years, it was a beauty.
I well recall Mrs. Beachum's grand entrance that night when she came to
pick up her new car. No black beauty for her this year. She got a
beautiful blue Sport Fury two-door hardtop, loaded, with air and a white
interior. And, as usual, her 1963 Plymouth was sold the minute it crossed
the curb into our lot.
That wasn't the only car sold that night (we sold ten cars that night alone). My mother,
finally, found the new car that grabbed her heart. It was a pretty yellow 1964 Valiant
Signet with the small 273 V-8, and loaded, including air.
Fleet sales roared back.
The State Police had their usual request for test cars, and we sent them two plain-jane Plymouth Savoys with pursuit packages, identical
except for the engines. Both had the 383 cubic inch V-8, one with the two-barrel and one with the four-barrel carburetor. The troopers approved: starting with the 1964 cars, Plymouth
represented the State Troopers every year until the final “traditional” police packages in 1989.
The 1964 Plymouth was quite the car in the Police Pursuit
Packages; everyone jumped on board Plymouth that year. The city,
the county and the state were all driving Plymouth Pursuits. Most were
running the powerful, yet reliable, 383 four-barrel V-8. With that
engine and the 3.21 rear axle ratio, a 1964 383 Pursuit would jump out to
60 miles an hour in 7.6 seconds. It would run the 1/4 mile in 15.7 seconds
at 93 miles an hour, faster than the big Dodge 880 with the 413. Plymouth
patrolled 38 states and 523 major cities in ’64.
Highway Patrol again bought over a thousand Dodges as their “E” class
enforcement vehicle in 1964. The Missouri Highway Patrol bought a mix of
Dodge 880 and Chrysler Newport Enforcers for 1964.
That summer, in one of the few outings that my brother and I took
together without arguing about everything, we went to the Gran Prix held
in Watkins Glen, New York. My brother had gotten some free tickets and
airfare from one of his promoters. We settled near what is now the chicane at the end of the long back
straight, on a spot that drew some shade from the nearby trees
and offered an excellent view of the “hump” in the track. A
couple of Corvettes were out and they made quite a roar as they raced up the
back stretch. Because of the trees, we could not see that far down the back
stretch. We went back to the concession stand and got some coffee and
Just as we got back to our spot, a roar went up way down the back
straight. It sounded like a race in progress. We could hear the people
shouting, roaring approval and clapping. The sound rose in crescendo and
volume. The crowd noise rose in approval. Suddenly, the source of the noise
was upon us. Believe it or not, it was two local, well marked, Sheriff cars
and an equally well marked New York State Police car right on their tail.
All three cars were 1964 Plymouth Savoy 4 door sedans. It was also quite
apparent that these guys were racing each other, and in earnest seriousness!
At precisely the right moment, the State Trooper braked hard, accelerated
and put his ’64 Savoy in front of the two Deputies near the center of the
sweeping curve. A roar went up from the crowd, and the Trooper gave them a great big smile and a quick salute as
he gunned his car up the short hill to the main straight. Not uncontested,
I might add, as the two deputies meant to overtake him! It was a noisy,
bellowing display that went on for two more circuits.
The noise that those
Plymouths made when they hit the back stretch and let it all hang out was
astounding. I can still hear it echoing in my memory. They would
never have gotten away with a stunt like that nowadays, but, back then, we
had only just begun to realize what innocence was lost when President Kennedy
had been slain. The crowd loved
it, and so did I, running for the pits to see if I could check the cars out.
All three cars were identically equipped. New York State bid
cars and Plymouth carried the day. The local Sheriff and Village Police
bought their patrol units, four-door Savoy sedans, from the State Bid Pool. They had Torqueflite transmissions with 3.23 Sure-Grip (also sold by GM as “Posi-Traction”) rear ends, and 383
cubic inch Police Pursuit Special V-8s with four barrel Carter carbs and
big 2.25 inch dual exhausts. It was obvious that the “special”
meant a different grind on the camshaft, when they sat at
an idle. They were not quite smooth, with a hint of a lump in their
sequences. However, when they opened up, it was that big belly bellow that
Chrysler engines used to be famous for.
That was also the day that I gave up on the Chevrolet Corvette. In their
race, “B” production, they were contending against a small
Maserati Coupe that was running in “A” production. I had always admired the Corvette up until the end of this race.
There were about 25 Corvettes and one little blue Maserati that looked like the
guy had driven it from home that morning and pasted round circles with the
numbers on it for the race. The Maserati didn’t roar,
slide, make smoke, squeal, or even slip during the race. It just went,
and went and went and went. Faster and faster, and then still faster. So
fast that it was seven circuits ahead of the nearest Corvette when the race was
I'm not making a literary spiel here, it's a matter of
record. Disgusted? Not the word I would choose to use. As far as I was
concerned, seeing those lawmen and their Plymouths charge around the course
was the entire race for me that day.
In the Spring, Dad attended an all dealer conference in San Francisco, and came back more disillusioned than ever. He had been trying,
again, to push through the separate Plymouth Division along with their own
sales and stores.
The Plymouth was a victim of its own success,
as the new 1964 models were running near record level sales. With a big
Plymouth planned for 1965, which would expand the line to two lines of cars (plus Valiant),
dealers were content to stand pat. They had a
friend in Townsend. He liked things uniform, and saw no reason to change a
Unfortunately, increasing numbers of shoppers saw Dodge as
the alternative to Plymouth and the switch was on. Then, even as in the end (2001), Dodge
was perceived to be the next step up from the low price class.
Dodge sales grew at the expense of its sister division Plymouth.
Plymouth sales actually dropped in the 1966 model year. A good marketeer
would have seen the writing on the wall. Unfortunately, no one was looking. I don't
believe that Walter P. Chrysler would be at all pleased with the
neglect of “his” Plymouth.
[See “Racing the 1964 426 Hemi” in our Ramcharger Recollections series]
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