Okay, I’m the first to admit that I know nothing about cars.
In fact, I once wrote a pilot for a sitcom titled, Jews and Carburetors.
The story of an immigrant Jewish family from the Ukraine who inherit an uncle’s auto repair shop in 1950’s California, when Detroit muscle cars reigned supreme.
I thought my concept was hilarious.
But the networks, um, disagreed.
“Too Jewish,” said one (Jewish) D-girl.
A Harvard educated (Jewish) network exec said: “Can you turn the Jews into space aliens?”
My (Jewish) agent was like: “Are you insane?”
So, I may not know anything about horsepower, valves or oil filters, but I do recognize and appreciate industrial beauty. And these classic autos are breathtaking.
They definitely don’t build ’em like they used to.
Karen and I wish all our friends and relatives a lovely and meaningful Shabbat.