Cars Glorious Cars

If you go to Nashville and you like history you owe yourself a visit to the Lane car museum.

That was a nostalgia trip thanks to a friend who introduced me to the place. So Layne found this place near the Brasilia airport. 

It’s actually a Volkswagen car dealer and a Royal Enfield motorcycle dealer. 

You get the impression the dealership that funded the V12 Auto Club was a Chevy dealer. 

And they sponsored car racing, with Ford logo on their car…lots of irons in fires. 

Brazil is known for Volkswagens built here under license till 2014 until pollution controls killed them off finally. 

The gray van, the second from the left was one of the last off the production line. Cute but it’s not a Promaster and I had a couple of VW camper vans breaking down all over the place when I was a youth. 

Anyway I walked around and looked at stuff.  I am a product of the age of internal combustion. I like traveling by van and I like looking at cars not as status symbols but as objects to make me free.

My first car, a Mini 850. 

The original Fiat 500 Topolino.  I had friend with one and it was an antique even then but great fun to drive with the roof folded back. 

Fiat 500 station wagon. 

A Brazilian sports car, the Lobini. 

From 1948 Jaguar Mercedes and Citroen, postcard European recovery:

Overlanders today love Toyota Troopy 4 wheel drives but Brazil built a Troop Carrier under license the Bandierante, the cult vehicle that has clubs dedicated to keeping them on the road and on goat tracks: 

I’m guessing they used to import Jawa motorcycles from Czechoslovakia: 

Then it was time to call an Uber to take us home to a Rusty who was fast asleep. Slight problem: our phones had stopped working. We had no internet. That was a moment of cold realization how dependent on them we are. After a time  spent staring at  the useless screen I fell back on my youthful training. 

I walked to the curb and waited for what seemed an eternity to flag down a cab. It worked.

At home with the WiFi coming to the rescue we discovered Verizon was having an issue, not Brazil which was embarrassing as I had a bit of a private gringo moment. Bloody third world can’t run a phone exchange. My bad. After dinner service was restored as was my equanimity.

It was a good day.