The sugar mill at Los Mochis, said to be the biggest on that coast. And the 1948 Frazer. Not the brightest choice. No one in Mexico had parts for it when it broke down. But the Mexican mechanics were as ingenious as Cuban mechanics fifty years later. They kept it running. I recall the car as a Frazer. Fred recalls it as a Kaiser. It was his car, but I still say Frazer. A slab-sided Frazer, famous in its day.