It’s that time of year, when pumpkins become more than a latte flavor, when there are more leaves on the ground that in the trees, and the moon in the cold, clear sky has an air of menace around it. Halloween is fast approaching, and what better way to celebrate the upcoming days than to look at some of the most infamous cars to ever roam the earth? Between now and Trick or Treating, we will find the cars that leave you wondering who owns whom and will give you the full rundown on what makes them tick, hiss and shriek.
We’d be remiss if we didn’t start out with the mother of them all. Christine, Stephen King’s visage of a possessed 1958 Plymouth Fury, had just gotten herself prettied up after years of neglect for her new owner, Arnie Cunningham, when a gang of hoodlums, angry at Arnie for their expulsions from high school and wound up on drugs and alcohol, beat the car into submission one night while parked at storage. While the tire irons, bats, hammers, and knives were bad enough, it was the contribution left on the dashboard by one Moochie Welch that pushed things too far. Never mind how enraged Arnie got, imagine Christine’s simmering temper.
From the moment Moochie hops out of the Dodge tractor, you know what’s up. As soon as the diesel fades into the distance, the backbeat of Thurston Harris’ “Little Bitty Pretty One” starts up and you wouldn’t be too far off course to think that the Devil himself was crooning the words out. As the Fury comes to life, quietly idling out onto the parkway…at a higher idle than you would expect out of a Mopar big block…Moochie has that quick “Coming to Jesus” moment where he realizes that something isn’t right with the scene at all. Moochie was the babyfaced idiot of the group, and his second-to-last dumb statement in life, “…you aren’t mad, are ya?” seals his fate.
This scene took two cars: “Muscle Two”, the only manual-transmission Plymouth used (and one of the few movie cars remaining), and one of the non-running cars that was shoved into the loading dock via a bulldozer. Most people remember the car…but that song still haunts us every time we hear it.
I always wondered what kind of loading dock was too narrow for a car to fit in.