Ah yes. In '74 me and my brother went with him to trade another car he had for it. Let me put how long ago that was in perspective. I sat in the back seat, my 2 year old brother stood in the front passenger seat. No seat belt law. It's the same car he taught me how to drive with.
But here is a true gem he left behind, he also left me a 1965 Plymouth Sport Fury that he bought brand new, he was the only one who owned it and in 2015 it's sitting under my garage ready for a new coat of paint. By the the way when I say me I mean we as in he left them for me and my brother. The 383 in this car is ready to fire up and hit the road right this minute. This is the car he taught my mom how to drive on.
My Dad loved this Fury so much (and all the family knew it) that when he passed we used a picture of him leaning on it with a cold one in his hand taken from around 1967 for his obituary picture...
...the Fury is also engraved on his tombstone people.