We’re not exactly Cuba here, (although in Syria you see lots of these oldies still driving), and so an original old American car (definitely now that they are all going bankrupt) is something of a sight.
Hubbie looks across the room to my computer screen, and says without batting an eye-lid; “It’s a Ford Galaxie, not a Cadillac. “
Now how the hell would he know that? He’s like Marisa Tomei in ‘My Cousin Vinny’ (Scroll down to the ‘fun stuff’). I'm impressed.