I'm 63, when I was around 7 years old. I used to tell my father to drive over by the junk yards. I'd ogle all the 1920-1930 cars piled on top of each other. Always dreaming of having one of them. It was great to be able to tell the '40, '50 '60 and early '70 cars apart. When I recently bought my Model A coupe. I went to the bank to wire the money for it. The woman at the bank asked " Oh I hear you're buying a new car ? What kind of car is it? " When I told her it is a 1930 Model A coupe, her jaw dropped. She couldn't even get the words out. She says "why would you want some thing like that ?" I told her because I'm stupid, I said if I buy a new car drive it around the block and bring it back I'd lose a lot of money on it. Then the new cars have to go back to the shop for any repairs, where I can fix any thing on the Model A. The new car will depreciate, but the Model A will hold its value or go up in price, but I'm just a stupid hot rodder. The era I grew up in I believe was the greatest for the United States.