By the end of the 1950’s, American cars were so reliable
that their reliability went without saying even in car ads.
Thousands of them bear testimony to this today,
still running on the roads of Cuba, though fueled with
nationalized Venezuelan gasoline and maintained with spit and haywire.
The cars. When I said I was going to Cuba, people wanted pictures of the cars. Here they are, just pictures. (I love the hot pink one best!)