As an automotive journalist I’m simply not the biggest fan of new cars. I appreciate them, drive them and marvel at the technology that’s incorporated into them, but at days end they simply don’t excite me the way the old stuff does. I was thinking about this yesterday as I was tooling around in my 44 year-old Dodge, a car that for all intents and purposes, is more like a Conestoga wagon then a modern automobile. It’s a simple machine that was built in a time when things were still predominantly mechanical. An open hood for instance reveals recognizable components such as a power steering pump, brake master and hell, even an engine. You can see the cylinder heads, headers and spark plug wires, how they’re installed and how they work. Basically it’s not rocket science under there, it’s just mechanical simplicity in its rawest form.
Cars like my old Charger speak to you, let you know what they’re thinking and educate you on the basics of mechanics, whereas the cars of today are simple appliances. Are they efficient? Yes. Do they perform? Yes. Can you bond with them and develop a relationship? Well people, that’s another story entirely.