Today's cars looks so boringly the same - always identical, semi-amorphous semi-metal blobs in neutral greyish-beige non-threatening colors with absolutely no unique, gonzo, stand-out qualities whatsoever. And so computerized, you can't work on them yourselves, for the tiniest problem you have to take them to a technician and spent a multi-digit amount of money.
At 16 I got my driver's license back in '89 and instead of my parents handing me a nice, fancy car (like lots of other kids in my high school), I had to work various part-time jobs, save up a few hundred dollars, and buy old, beat-up little '70s rustbucket Japanese cars that were roadworthy enough for the 10 miles between home and school. But at least I could fix most of their problems myself for free and fairly quickly! That's why I got so attached to those ugly-in-a-cute-way old Datsuns from the '70s; they were the easiest cars to work on and the most reliable cars on the road (once I duct-taped & jerry-rigged them in just the right way) for the same reason: everything under the hood was so simple there wasn't much that could go wrong. If I held these cute/ugly Datsun fuckers together just right, these little sons of bitches would get so tough & reliable I could terrorize the roads for thousands of miles! Some of my "beater" Datsuns perfectly survived my crazy, drugged-out days of taking them rallying off-road on muddy FOOT trails (on which many people wouldn't even take 4x4s) and they somehow survived and kept on driving - although spluttered up to their windows in layers of mud.
So I guess the plus side of owning old, heavily rusting beat-up cars as a kid, that I held together by the skin of my teeth, is that it forced my teenage self to be a knowledgeable automotive grease-monkey. So that's always a good thing. And the bottom line is older cars had so many glaringly interesting body designs, you could instantly pinpoint the make and model from a long distance. With today's clone cars it's impossible and there's no charm or personality no matter what high-tech bells and whistles they have.
At 16 I got my driver's license back in '89 and instead of my parents handing me a nice, fancy car (like lots of other kids in my high school), I had to work various part-time jobs, save up a few hundred dollars, and buy old, beat-up little '70s rustbucket Japanese cars that were roadworthy enough for the 10 miles between home and school. But at least I could fix most of their problems myself for free and fairly quickly! That's why I got so attached to those ugly-in-a-cute-way old Datsuns from the '70s; they were the easiest cars to work on and the most reliable cars on the road (once I duct-taped & jerry-rigged them in just the right way) for the same reason: everything under the hood was so simple there wasn't much that could go wrong. If I held these cute/ugly Datsun fuckers together just right, these little sons of bitches would get so tough & reliable I could terrorize the roads for thousands of miles! Some of my "beater" Datsuns perfectly survived my crazy, drugged-out days of taking them rallying off-road on muddy FOOT trails (on which many people wouldn't even take 4x4s) and they somehow survived and kept on driving - although spluttered up to their windows in layers of mud.
So I guess the plus side of owning old, heavily rusting beat-up cars as a kid, that I held together by the skin of my teeth, is that it forced my teenage self to be a knowledgeable automotive grease-monkey. So that's always a good thing. And the bottom line is older cars had so many glaringly interesting body designs, you could instantly pinpoint the make and model from a long distance. With today's clone cars it's impossible and there's no charm or personality no matter what high-tech bells and whistles they have.