I’m enjoying all the stories coming from newly accessible Cuba, stories about the 60,000 or so 1950s American cars cruising the island nation.
When the trade embargo of 1960 ended the import of American cars to Cuba, its citizens were left with only the cars purchased earlier. They have made heroic attempts to keep them running ever since without a supply of new parts. What I like best is that the cars are all different, all of them have identities and stories of their own, and they show off the craft and creativity of keeping an old car running.
Think of Cuba as the Woodward Dream Cruise running every day.
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