In Havana, there are three levels of taxis. The modern-day Chinese cars for people who actually are doing business and need a cab, the lovingly-cared-for-original-looking land yachts for the tourists, and the dinged-up old cars that haul as many folks as they can pack in between points A and B. This is one of the third category. The two brothers whose pride and joy this was were over the moon that I wanted to paint their car. So was I that they wanted me to.