Read an article today: "Sales drop could be sign of peril for muscle cars". Article goes on to describe the change in the culture with respects to automobiles and the age of potential buyers. (Maybe sales will reverse in the next sales cycle.)
True, we can't lump all kids in the same category, but, IMHO, the vast majority just aren't car lovers, at least not to the level we were. I have two daughters, no grand-kids, so, I can't state with certainty, but while kids cruised the streets and drive-ins in the late 50's and through the 60's and 70's, most kids today cruise their smart devices and play video games.
This will impact old car values in the future.
I'm a kid from the 50's.
My dad loved driving. I'm not so sure that he loved cars, but he was fond of Nash autos, used Caddies, and his gas gobbling 1948 Buick convert. In 1958 at age 15, two years below the legal limit, he taught me to drive a 1952 Plymouth manual shift station-wagon on public roads in New Hampshire. (Mom was having a canary, especially one day when we saw a police car behind us.)
But, he never taught me to be a car lover. He didn't have to. I did that all by myself.
In the mid 50's, a trip to the Pocono Mountains with my folks, my Godfather, and his fiancee, and a chance encounter with a couple driving an early 1950's black Merc convert, triggered me. I was hooked, especially on Mercs and converts.
True, we can't lump all kids in the same category, but, IMHO, the vast majority just aren't car lovers, at least not to the level we were. I have two daughters, no grand-kids, so, I can't state with certainty, but while kids cruised the streets and drive-ins in the late 50's and through the 60's and 70's, most kids today cruise their smart devices and play video games.
This will impact old car values in the future.
I'm a kid from the 50's.
My dad loved driving. I'm not so sure that he loved cars, but he was fond of Nash autos, used Caddies, and his gas gobbling 1948 Buick convert. In 1958 at age 15, two years below the legal limit, he taught me to drive a 1952 Plymouth manual shift station-wagon on public roads in New Hampshire. (Mom was having a canary, especially one day when we saw a police car behind us.)
But, he never taught me to be a car lover. He didn't have to. I did that all by myself.
In the mid 50's, a trip to the Pocono Mountains with my folks, my Godfather, and his fiancee, and a chance encounter with a couple driving an early 1950's black Merc convert, triggered me. I was hooked, especially on Mercs and converts.
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