When I was 5 or 6, (in 1953 or 1954,) my parents got their first car. I don’t think it was new, but it might have been. Our next-door neighbours had a Ford; my father had purchased a Dodge. I hopped into the passenger seat, picked out the letters on the dash and said: “D-O-D-G-E – Ford.” I’ve never really been into cars.
All week in Havana I was on the lookout for an early 1950’s Dodge. This is the closest I got. Plymouths were “in” in Cuba, Dodges were not.
I’m 68 and when taking a closer look at the photo below I just realized where this car model got its name. The sculpture on the tail light is of a ship; landing in Plymouth, Mass, USA. I’m Canadian; that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.