I love old cars. The new ones may be technically superior, but they just don't have the "soul" that cars used to have.
Here is my son's first car, a 1972 Opel GT. We're still working on it. (His daily driver is a 2011 Camaro convertible with a monster V8 and 6-speed manual transmission. I'm jealous.)
After he go the GT, I happened on another, also a 1972, but a different color. Also a work in progress. Maybe one of these days we can cruise someplace together.
Here's my "old old" truck -- a 1946 Chevy body with several customizations and powered by a 1949 Ford flathead V8 motor. Currently a rat rod, but I hope to spiff it up and get it back to shiny sometime.
Finally, here's my "new old" truck, a 1997 Ford F250 "heavy half". The others are driven rarely, this one I drive all the time. (I know 1997 isn't all that old, but it's old enough to qualify for "classic" tags, though I just have normal tags on it).
