I think everyone likes to see the old American cars in Cuba. They’re fun to photograph and they stir memories in those of us old enough to remember when our grandfather drove a Crown Victoria or any other classic.
As an old shade tree mechanic myself, I can appreciate the constant effort to keep these cars running. The Cubans are resourceful and inventive when it comes to their transportation. After all, there are no “Pep Boys”, “Autozone”, or “Napa” stores on the island. Many gasoline engines have been replaced with four-cylinder diesel engines of Russian origin. I can only imagine the complications of getting all the clutches, transmissions, and associated running gear cobbled together, not to mention the wiring. I’d love to get on the ground and look under some of these old vehicles, but the streets and roads are filthy and damp with all kinds of oozings out of even older buildings. (but that’s another story).
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