A 1932 Plymouth, straight six, parked at my coffee shop, with the keys in the ignition. I talked with the owner a bit -- it's my regular coffee shop, so I figured out who he was likely to be without even asking. This was the first car he bought as a kid, and he's owned it for 46 years. He did a total frame-off restoration in California some years back, and brought it east five years ago. We talked a bit about the car shows at Carlyle and Hershey, Pennsylvania. It's a really lovely car, with a nice interior and a terrific color. Check out the wooden spoke wheels!
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