Greetings from Oaxaca

Today I offer you a glimpse into the lives of everyday Mexicans, their joys and their sorrows as seen in their cars. As we all know, motor vehicles express the personality of their drivers, and nowhere more so than in this place. For the people who work hard in this poor country, a car is very much a luxury. A friend told me that a few Mexicans typically take very good care of their vehicles; the rest just run them till they die. Here is a Ford 100 truck, still surviving (from maybe the ‘60s?), a glorious Beetle making a cultural statement, and a Ford Escort of unknown vintage—all in Mexico Brown.