I had to mull this post over.
I asked myself: was a photo-essay showcasing the sexy (and perhaps not so sexy) classic cars that I saw while on my photo tour in Cuba too cliché?
My conclusion: Probably, but what the hell.
I’m not a car person. As far as I am concerned, they’re just a mode of transportation; a means to an end. Yet on my trip, I found myself drawn to the colorful silhouettes and sensual curves that were zooming around Havana at lightning speed. (I’m not kidding, lightning. They drive crazy there.)
I realized that in addition to being incredibly photogenic, the cars represented far more than an iconic promo for holidays in Havana, they are a metaphor for the Cuban people: Colorful. Stylish. Resilient. And Vibrant, in both heart and spirit.
Cuba’s fleet of classics is a source of pride and accomplishment and a symbol of resourcefulness. Every day, I photographed Cuba’s citizenry tinkering with their wheels on side streets and along the avenues, modifying spare parts that weren’t meant for cars. The island is populated by a sea of McGyver’s working miracles with bits of steel, rubber, and wire.
So cliché be damned. They’re worth a salute.
I bring you Cuba’s Classic cars!
Just before sunrise in Havana Central.
Stopping for a light near the capital building.
I saw this bouquet on the street in Havana Central but it was the hotrod behind it that really grabbed my attention.
A little worse for wear, but just looking at this car you know it must have been stunning in its day.
I love this sexy wooden hood ornament. Just gorgeous.
View from the roof of the Parqué Central hotel.
I saw a lot of this walking around town. Parts of people jutting out from their cars as they worked on them.
How cool is this baby? It was parked in what looked to be a bombed out lot.
A green machine in Old Havana.
One of the main drags in Central Havana.
This man has a lot of work ahead of him.
This poor guy just couldn’t get his car started, so….
He asked another guy with a truck to pull it with a rope (see it on the lower left of this image) and then he revved the engine.
A glimpse of the inner workings.
I loved this hood ornament.. snazzy!
A park in Central Havana where a lot of taxi drivers hang out in the a.m., their cars all lined up in a row.
I loved the way this classic car looked through the rain and a bus window.
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~I took these photos while an invited guest of the Santa Fe Photographic Workshop: Seeing Cuba: Discovering the Culture and People of Cuba