JackW
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Buick Electra 225 that is....
Found this old slide from 1974 of the Buick 225 Electra we drove to Panama in 1974 for my Dad’s thirty year high school reunion ( Class of 1944 Balboa High School, Panama Canal Zone)
This was in northern Nicaragua in front of a field of the biggest cotton plants I’ve ever seen anywhere – volcanic soil (yes that’s a volcano in the background) is extremely rich and fertile.
That’s the famous Pan American Highway we’re parked next to – one of the smoother stretches. We carried spare fuel, water and other supplies in the roof rack.
It took us about two and a half weeks to drive the length of Central America dodging crazy drivers, livestock, washed out bridges, drunken natives (big festival in Atitlan, Guatemala) and other hazards. We also had numerous breakdowns including an episode of complete brake fade coming down a steep mountain, overheating, bad gas, and the drive shaft falling completely out of the car thirty miles down a dirt road in Costa Rica.
When we eventually reached the relative safety of Panama we had to get the car stamp off Dad’s passport to allow him to leave the country. The Buick was on a one-way trip – we never planned to bring it back. Import duties would have to be paid unless you “knew somebody”. We thought one of Dad’s classmates who still lived in Panama might be able to make some “arrangements” but that wasn’t working out so well. Our local cab driver that we had been using (you didn’t want to do too much driving around in Panama unescorted at that time due to the presence of the Guardia – lean, mean, machine gun toting Panamanians just looking for an excuse to hassle gringos) said he could get the car off Dad’s passport as he had a contact in the government who could fix things.
Dad and our new friend (we were going to give him the car if he could get the passport stamp cleared) took off for downtown the morning before we were scheduled to leave and when they came back a few hours later Dad had a clear passport but the cab driver didn’t have the Buick. It turns out that the government official was a Major Noriega who decided it would be better if we “donated the Buick to the government of Panama” and the poor cab driver was completely shut out. Yes it’s the same Noreiga who we later had to go down and remove from power in Panama.
Found this old slide from 1974 of the Buick 225 Electra we drove to Panama in 1974 for my Dad’s thirty year high school reunion ( Class of 1944 Balboa High School, Panama Canal Zone)
This was in northern Nicaragua in front of a field of the biggest cotton plants I’ve ever seen anywhere – volcanic soil (yes that’s a volcano in the background) is extremely rich and fertile.
That’s the famous Pan American Highway we’re parked next to – one of the smoother stretches. We carried spare fuel, water and other supplies in the roof rack.
It took us about two and a half weeks to drive the length of Central America dodging crazy drivers, livestock, washed out bridges, drunken natives (big festival in Atitlan, Guatemala) and other hazards. We also had numerous breakdowns including an episode of complete brake fade coming down a steep mountain, overheating, bad gas, and the drive shaft falling completely out of the car thirty miles down a dirt road in Costa Rica.
When we eventually reached the relative safety of Panama we had to get the car stamp off Dad’s passport to allow him to leave the country. The Buick was on a one-way trip – we never planned to bring it back. Import duties would have to be paid unless you “knew somebody”. We thought one of Dad’s classmates who still lived in Panama might be able to make some “arrangements” but that wasn’t working out so well. Our local cab driver that we had been using (you didn’t want to do too much driving around in Panama unescorted at that time due to the presence of the Guardia – lean, mean, machine gun toting Panamanians just looking for an excuse to hassle gringos) said he could get the car off Dad’s passport as he had a contact in the government who could fix things.
Dad and our new friend (we were going to give him the car if he could get the passport stamp cleared) took off for downtown the morning before we were scheduled to leave and when they came back a few hours later Dad had a clear passport but the cab driver didn’t have the Buick. It turns out that the government official was a Major Noriega who decided it would be better if we “donated the Buick to the government of Panama” and the poor cab driver was completely shut out. Yes it’s the same Noreiga who we later had to go down and remove from power in Panama.