I have something of an interest in old, vintage (classic) cars. I remember something of the cars of the '60s and '70s because that's when I grew up. But before that then not so much.
Part of the appeal is their (relatively) rudimentary nature compared to the cars of today we're so accustomed to. Many years ago I worked for a man who owned a number of classic cars (and they all ran), but I never got closer than walking around them and peering inside. The closest I ever got was driving a '61 Lincoln sedan briefly around the neighbourhood. I felt like I was in gangster movie.
The steering felt totally disconnected and you could feel this mass around you as you changed directions. And it was rather softly sprung. But it really didn't feel much different from what I remembered of my father's '73 Mercury Meteor that I learned to drive on.
But I've long wanted to ride and drive some really old cars ('20, '30s, '40s and '50s) just for the experience, to catch some sense of what it was like back in the day when such vehicles were commonplace and everywhere. And the people driving those cars were just as enthusiastic and passionate about their cars as people are today.
Thoughts anyone? Anyone with experiences to share?
Part of the appeal is their (relatively) rudimentary nature compared to the cars of today we're so accustomed to. Many years ago I worked for a man who owned a number of classic cars (and they all ran), but I never got closer than walking around them and peering inside. The closest I ever got was driving a '61 Lincoln sedan briefly around the neighbourhood. I felt like I was in gangster movie.

But I've long wanted to ride and drive some really old cars ('20, '30s, '40s and '50s) just for the experience, to catch some sense of what it was like back in the day when such vehicles were commonplace and everywhere. And the people driving those cars were just as enthusiastic and passionate about their cars as people are today.
Thoughts anyone? Anyone with experiences to share?