A '59 Sport Fury was my first car. This is the first photo of the '59 after I and Mom drove it home from the dealer. The photo was taken on the driveway to our garage in Forest Hills, Queens, New York City.
Bought by my mom in '59, but having the only driver’s license in the family I considered it “my” car. I stalled it four times from the dealer in Brooklyn to Queens. I was a new driver, getting my license the year before, and not used to the power of the V8. Palomino beige with copper roof.
I still have the original rear plate…
Parking for KING KULLEN customers only! Waiting for mom in our new '59 Sport Fury with the one year only “double barrel” front fenders.
My Sport Fury was only 5 months old when I turned into a telephone pole, putting a vertical dent, on the driver’s side, from belt line to rocker. That dent stayed until 1965 when I had some bodywork done and the car repainted copper to match the roof’s original color. In the middle photo, taken 1961, you can make out the dent right behind the driver door. Also visible are the fender skirts and red reflective tape fitted to the rear of the fins. Another fabrication I did was to replace the parking light sockets with twin contact brake light sockets. Now both red lights on each side would signal my turns.
The B&W photo at left was on a road trip to upstate NY, taken probably 1959 when car was new, before dent behind driver’s door at scout camp in ‘59 and slightly dented grille from me rear-ending a Rambler in ‘61. 
In 1960, my '59 Plymouth parked on street in front of our home. Fender skirts have been added. Car came with white walls which were popular during that era.
Road trip in '61, visiting friends in Canada. Mom at the front of the car dressed as ladies did in 1960. In the right photo the dent, acquired in ‘59, can be seen. Montreal can be seen in the background.
Me and my '59 in '62, in Pennsylvania by the shore of the Delaware River.
The original photo is in B&W, I’ve added the colorized version.
Late Summer of 1962. My Plymouth, me, and girlfriend. Best friend in passenger seat.
Me and my 1959 Sport Fury in '63, long, low and sleek. Roof barely reached my shoulder and I’m 5’10".
Original factory colors (Palomino Beige body and Bronze roof), fender skirts added, and Oldsmobile spinner wheel covers. Thrush glass packs added to dual exhaust. I miss that V8 rumble. It had the 318 with 4 barrel and 2-speed tranny. I would hit 60 in 10 sec while still in first gear. Had it for 10 years, with one engine and tranny change and one re-paint. The transmission failure was due to Plymouth putting the parking brake around the drive shaft. The north east salt corroded the mechanism so I wound up driving around with the parking brake on which eventually broke the tranny. Funny thing is I didn’t notice any performance change with the parking brake not releasing 
This film was taken in 1965 the day I got the car back from the body shop. As you can see none of the trim has yet to be put back.
The car in 1965 while serving in the Air Force. This was the only time I participated in official automotive competition with my '59 Sport Fury. I was the driver while an Air Force buddy navigated. Two officers in their Corvette were really upset that a Plymouth beat their Corvette. Luckily I was discharged the following month 
My friends and I, with my Sport Fury, visiting Canada in 1966.
In 1967 I took a cross country drive in my '59 Sport Fury from NYC to Los Angeles. I caught Rt 66 in St Lois and stayed on it all the way to San Bernardino, CA. I took this photo just before Gallup, NM of the billboard for the Shalimar Inn where I spent the night. The passenger side of the front fender can be seen. On the drive back to NYC, not along Rt 66, I stopped at Hoover Dam where the other photo was taken. Somewhere near Denver my Sport Fury was reborn 
I kept the Fury for 10 years while in the Air Force, sold it to a family friend and bought a '69 Camaro which was sold 4 years later. Back then cars were just modes of transport. The car is long gone but I still have a soft spot for it.