magic in the sky

y younger brother is a fascinating guy, partially because he has so many interests and partially because he’s good at all of them. I recently visited his rural enclave in upstate New York and got to see and drive his latest acquisition, a mint-condition 1947 Plymouth Business Coupe (). And I mean mint, as it was never converted into being a hot rod. It’s genuine down to its anemic flathead six, three-on-the-tree manual transmission, manual steering, vacuum operated wipers (they work great when you coast downhill and stop when you accelerate), unassisted (shoe) brakes, and 6-volt electrical system powered by a generator, not an alternator. There was no radio, but it does have the two other options (available at extra cost at the time): turning signals and a heater. The only “modern” addition to this onefront-bench-seat relic was lap safety belts. For younger readers, a business coupe had no rear seat, making the