This 1967 Plymouth GTX is a Galen Govier registered authentic example.
Early Mopar muscle cars are some of the best looking that ever came out of Detroit, from a time when Chrysler were really at the top of their game, and this GTX is no exception.
Ordered with many desirable options including a Hemi suspension package, Sure Grip limited slip rear with 3.23:1 gears and close ratio power steering, this one is said to be rust and accident free. Find it here at Classic Klunkers in Richmond, Maine for $29,995.
The color scheme is original but has been resprayed at somepoint, and looks like it was properly done. The functional, no-nonsense vibe given off by white paint with matching steel wheels is great, and continues inside with a plain dash and column mounted shift. The headliner, seat covers, and carpet have been replaced, but the rest is said to be original. The factory AM/FM radio is missing its speaker.
Under the hood lives a Super Commando 440 breathing through a big four barrel carb. It puts down its 375 HP through the rear wheels via a 727 Torqueflite and is said to make for a very fast car. It looks complete in photos but is in need of a thorough detail in order to meet the standards of the rest of the car. It looks like a relatively easy job for a big reward, especially when you consider that you’d likely get friendly requests to see it every time you stopped for gas.
Recent work is said to include a complete brake service, a new torque converter, fuel tank, and fuel and water pumps. The 15″ BF Goodrich’s look correct and are said to have 80% tread left, but it’d be wise to budget for frequent replacements of the rears. Matching numbers aren’t attributed to anything but the radiator, but keep the car priced within reach and should allow it to be driven enthusiastically without fear or a stratospheric insurance premium.
Marketed as “the gentleman’s muscle car”, a GTX is the classy way to smoke tires and set off every car alarm on the block. We want to cruise around in it at dusk with all four windows down listening to Kind of Blue, exercising our restraint by not brake torqueing away from every light.>
