A Photo-Illustrated Love Letter: Cuba’s Classic American Cars
I grew up during the golden age of big, colorful, gaudy, chrome- and fin-laden, American gas guzzlers. And I loved them. To me, cars symbolized the thrill and adventure of the open road and exploring new places all over the eastern United States. They were also works of art for my young male brain. One of my favorite photos from childhood shows me sitting behind the wheel of my dad’s ’49 Chevy wishing I were old enough to take her for a spin. I still remember my excitement when Dad floored the accelerator on his 1950 Olds 88 on a straightaway in rural North Carolina and the speedometer hit 90 before he backed off. On the morning of my 16 th birthday in 1962, I dragged Mom down to the Mercer County courthouse in Celina, Ohio where we completed the paperwork for my learner’s permit. Immediately, she drove us out to a country road where I got to drive her big ol’ ’52 Olds for the first time. As a teenager, I could identify the make...