Andy Barck | Sept. 1, 2015
One of the first things one is asked upon returning from Cuba is whether the old American cars — fins and all — are as ubiquitous as people often say. The answer: Yes — they’re everywhere. Some are shiny in brilliant shades of metallic lime or grape or cherry. Others are patched with bondo (or its Cuban equivalent) and obviously limping along awaiting repair. There’s no telling what’s under the hood — a Russian engine, Korean water pump and radiator from who knows where.