Dave Kunte’s 1952 Plymouth proved to be just about the car he wanted, even if that didn’t immediately happen.
“It didn’t look like this,” he said, “trust me. (It was) solid, I actually drove it.”
That was in December 2019, Kunte recalled, and he had retired. Given that he’s a lifelong car guy, he decided that it was time to find the right one. He learned that the Plymouth was available and contacted the seller, but when he saw it, there were hints—or warnings—that he might be getting into something of a project.
“We had to pull start it because the battery was low,” he said. “It was sitting there running, and we drove it up and down the driveway. He said, ‘It’s going to need brake work,’ and I said, ‘Yeah, I assumed that.’ We were getting ready to load it onto his truck because he was going to deliver it for me, and I saw a puddle of oil under it.
