The sheetmetal gets hot under the gazing sun where we stand next to an aged warehouse and we can’t help getting transported back in time. This could just as well be in West Virginia’s hidden forests in a far past. Malin is the connection to the mason jars filled with moonshine, Jonas is the driver ordered to deliver and Benjamin is the cover to make everything seem like an ordinary family vacation. Malin gives a fearless look and the dollars exchange hands.
Back to reality. It purs in third gear. The little coupé moves steady. It used to be black. The electric system was converted to 12 volt but the