I unapologetically love old cars - there, I said it. Not the people, not the forums, not the shows....just old cars. Everything else comes and goes - the cars have transcended my entire life. While death scrolling YouTube last night, I ran across a post from a Canadian fox body enthusiast - raw, unfettered and to the point about his obsession. This begs the question, what's an old car? My tastes are as eclectic as your aunt Martha's little s**** collection. I recently sold my shoebox that I deemed ready to leave the nest. Right now I'm knee deep in my parachute pants and Vaurnet sungl***es "restoring" a square body s10 to mid 90s mini truck greatness. All the while I've had my eye on a local '66 riviera. Walking into my garage is like walking into a strip club in South Florida - if your "type" isn't there, then you don't have a type... An old car has a soul - to paraphrase my Canadian friend it's the way the door opens and invites you in, the way it closes with authority like you have sealed your fate, the way it struggles to life when you turn the key as well as the creaks and moans when you finally shut it off.....sadly, that has all been "engineered out" of cars since before Y2k. I know I can will my cars back to life or triage them on the roadside if necessary. New cars? I can't even change the oil. Maybe it's because deep down I know they don't appreciate it. As the tide goes in and out on my HAMB rides, so too does my participation here - not really active anywhere else - hell, I've never even had accounts on any of the Zuckerberg platforms - guess I'm ****og through and through - I even still write letters. Get out there and get your junk on the road - no excuses - time for a ride.
Lol...I'm right there with you trying to get an 80's daily going right now. But, also am still driving a shoebox.
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