Haven't we all heard "They don't build them like they used to."? As time has passed I've found a new affinity for old stuff.
Take the 1974 Yamaha RD350
357 lbs, 350cc Twin two-stroke, 39hp, 6-speed, 105mph top speed. It's simple, it's fast, it's cool looking. Give me an old brown leather jacket and a set of aviators and I'll race you to Texas.
Or how about the 1936 Bugatti 57SC Atlantic?
I can't think of a modern car with a better looking ass. 200hp supercharged I-8 with dry sump lubrication,
DOHC, 5500 rpm red line, 123mph top speed! This was 1936 in case you forgot! It hauled ass and looked like it had some dignity.
Any more we've got the latest version of the razors edge. A lighter, faster, more powerful object of sex appeal and speed. Though that's exactly what the two of these examples were, we've lost what old stuff has - character. The ability to duplicate the latest and greatest testimony of mobile excess doesn't build character. It builds whatever it is you're stamping out.
The RC8 and the
Veyron are great but I miss these things that I never knew, these things that are older than I am. I want to see more of them. I want to be involved with objects that have more wisdom than I do, not more technology than I'll ever understand.
Looks like there's an old, appreciative side to me after all.