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It has been expressed to this columnist on many occasions throughout the years that owning and or driving "vintage" cars is purely nostalgic. These classic vehicles possess the magical ability to transport the owner to a simpler time. Back to the time of one's youth devoid of mortgages, deadlines, divorces and any and all "adult" complications. As if a "well under the speed limit" Sunday drive in a Desoto will cleanse all your modern ills in the baptismal waters of nostalgia. In essence, a
"Rear View" into ones past.

As far as this whole "nostalgia" theory goes, I say "What a load of crap." I mean this method of profiling does not apply to me. I'll agree that every person's own personal decision to purchase a vintage car is as individual and different as the vehicles themselves. That being said, I find it a bit difficult to assume that the majority of these folks are attempting to re-capture lost youth. Granted, I have not done exhausted research on this subject. But as always, I'll invoke the First Amendment and my alleged journalistic license to express my views on this subject.

Remember the mid '80's? All of a sudden, any vehicle deemed "vintage" became an investment opportunity for the yuppies. As quickly as the young upwardly mobile folks were snatching up real estate, they were also buying up such rarities as Super Birds and Ford Mustang GT-500's. These "knowledgeable investors" were sure that the market price of these vehicles would surely double in the immediate future. continued...


Daily Drives is a monthly column relating experiences driving these old cars.
"A Sunday drive in a Desoto will cleanse all your modern ills in the baptismal waters of nostalgia. "
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