They're not going to export your uncle's Buick.

No, my daughter, she's coming in the Buick.

And if it looks a lot like a Buick hubcap, it's because it is.

Later, she married a fellow migrant worker, moved with him to his village, gave birth to two daughters, and saved enough money to buy a secondhand Buick for herself and an apartment for her parents.

And it carried 56 people at the speed of a Buick at an altitude you could hear dogs bark, and it cost twice as much as a first class cabin on the Normandie to fly it.

And that meant that everyone in the family had to sign up to take her to have her hair dyed, you know, that peculiar color of blue that matches her polyester pants suit, you know, same color as the Buick.