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Americans in Cuba

By | December 23, 2015

I’m talking cars, big, loud, colorful V8 gas-guzzlers imported before Castro’s revolution in 1959. They cruise the streets of Havana with macho bravura, many of them restored to mint condition, even if a few of the parts aren’t exactly OEM. 

Classic Car in Cuba. Credit: John Tindale

Baby-boomers will recognize some of these beauties from their youth, a long-ago era, it seems, before GM, Ford and Chrysler had their wings clipped by carbon emissions, fuel efficiency standards and OPEC. I assume the cars also remind Cubans of better times before the U.S. embargo. 

Classic Car in Havana, Cuba. Credit: John Tindale

Many of the cars are equipped with fancy blaring horns played by the drivers on four valves that mimic a trumpet. As the cars charge like Hemingway bulls through the city, they communicate back and forth, sometimes arguing turning heads the whole time. Some can even produce a wolf whistle at the appropriate moment. (I was lucky enough to ride in the front seat of a candy-apple 1946 Ford convertible with four-note horn, which the driver invited me to play. Or was it a dream?)

Ironically, the old American cars represent the new Cuba, as their owners can legally drive them for profit as taxis. Cubans can also now buy and sell the cars privately.

With American access to Cuba expanding almost daily, the luckiest travelers may be those who Discover Cuba before the inevitable wave of new cars inundates the city like the waves that crash continually over Havana’s ocean-front Malecón. 

Traveler and Classic Car in Cuba. Credit: John Tindale


John Tindale

John Tindale was born in California, grew up in New York and now lives in South Carolina, because it doesn’t snow there. About a year ago he was bitten by the travel bug. In July he went white-water rafting on the frigid Colorado River down through the whole Grand Canyon, which was spectacular. The waterfalls and Little Colorado were warmer. In September, Symphony on the Blue Danube more than fulfilled his interests in the history of World War II and classical music. In March Treasures of South Africa introduced him to vintage Rovos Rail travel, many wild animals, countless friendly people and the Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe, where continual mist falls as rain on a sunny day, which reminds him of a song by Creedence Clearwater Revival. His suitcase remains open and ready for packing.

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