You know the jingle: “What would you do-oo-oo, for a Klondike bar?” Some of you wouldn’t lift a finger. Then there are people like me, who did horrible, unspeakable things for one. Actually, that’s not really a great point, is it? Instead, view today’s question as a dare: what, exactly, would it take for you to take the keys to the vehicle we found and drive it? Here’s the basic rundown: it’s a 1952 Plymouth two-door plopped onto the frame of a 1985 Dodge Ramcharger. That means the underpowered but anvil-reliable Chrysler 318 is present and accounted for, as is the 727 automatic, New Process NP-208 transfer case, Dana 44 front axle and Chrysler 9.25 rear axle.
The trar itself looks like a spare vehicle that was supposed to be blown up during the filming of the latest Mad Max film and from the side profile, we have to call into question the front axle’s location compared to the Plymouth’s wheel well. That just doesn’t look right, does it? Keep that in mind as you think up what it would take for you to drive this car. Does the idea of a bathtub postwar Mopar with the ability to go wherever it wanted to do it for you, or would you avoid it like an angry wasp nest? We would drive it, but we’d be asking for cash, up front.
Craigslist Link: 1952 Plymouth two door sedan
(Thanks to Alan Copeland for the tip!)
What would it take for me to drive this hideous monstrosity?
A pre-frontal lobotomy, a complete personality change and a sawn off shotgun pointed at my head – far better and less painful just to forget such a thing was ever created…
First and foremost…put the tires in the proper place…whatever that would take. some off road goodies for the suspension and some quality tires and rims, warm the engine up and then….I would add and external skeleton, cut the roof off and ad a full tube roof with bikini top. gut the interior, rhino line it add 4 comfy bucket seats then wheel the ever loving poo out of it at the dunes and around the desert south west….
How much is the scrap rates these days?
About a half bottle of Yukon Jack whiskey and a joint.
Drugs.
No amount of drugs or alcohol would get me into this. It’s just not right, that front axle looks stupid ass all hell not being located correctly.
Well… First off i’d need a american flag tank top. And then some sort of hat/visor with a fake mullet attached to it, or maybe just a mullet wig, that way i could let it shine in its full glory. then id probably need a pair of cut off jeans and some rubber boots.
I would drive the hell out of that thing, just to see people sake their heads and laugh.
The keys