Well, there's that. There's also a big price inflation for those older generations who have been or are presently wealthy or those lucky enough to be wealthy despite Gen X having less generationally, some of which is seeming to crash as those with the interest and hoards have been dying off. That'll include all those Boyd Coddington restomod roadster customs with the tacky steering wheels and road wheels and all ...pretty much representing those guys' once-fantasies but without so much appeal beyond.
Also things like 55-57 T-birds that Boomers mighta wished they could have back in the day, still worth the moon to those just starting to part with them, (or yaknow, die off) but just not selling for that cause the interest is limited. Still none of it's anywhere near what kids or even most working class folks can really get anywhere near, and that goes especially for the American muscle that was once kinda thrown away in pretty good shape, and is expensive to restore, now, but still in demand. And a lot of people might find a Woody kinda cool, but the problem is the going-on-hundred-year-old *wood.* That needs like specialty care, restoration, or rebuilding, also bucks and out of reach.
And never mind the kind of rear wheel drive standard transmission Japanese things that used to be everywhere, cause those that survived have tended to already have been modded and driven hard by car people, and the cost of entry is no longer in the afterschool-job scale to say the least. Since then, really, anything cool has been more-specialized, harder to reach, and probably less likely to get parental approval for horsepower reasons. Puts kids in a less-likely to win thing, they'll rely on who gets hand-me-down uncoolness to get around and just see cars as appliances, dream of a box with nice Car Play interfaces if anything, most of em. By the time they can afford cars, a lot just never 'get' driving or they feel embarrassed they can't already, so they end up still gettign driven around one way or another.
Even these often-ridiculously-expensive smartphones end up being a cheaper way into some kind of social life, and that's a problem. Especially cause toxic.
As for the richer generations' nostalgia-hoards, it might be interesting if the market gets flooded, but these things'll never be as cheap as they were for regular people again. But the reason those things like Deuces and Woodys had a big cultural following was cause they *were* dirt cheap by the time kids might dream of T-birds or whatnot. There's still a lot of factors of a) What people had and wish they'd kept, and b) What they never had but later maybe could.
(Well, you know, you're talking to the Scared Of Everything And Everyone Party of the Religion Of Same. Not the military experts they claim to be either.)
I do actually think kids are too constrained and nerfed, even if they occasionally lose all restraint and sense of how to *manage* risk or, yaknow, have fun without people or things necessarily getting hurt. It's kinda like all the kids that never had a drink in earlier life would get to college and they have nothing but a binge on/off switch to work with.
(Also, actually being a child in the Seventies, actually like the Beach Boys and surf-adjacent stuff was about the only music I liked that could be found in my house, And being basically born a car girl the hot-roddey genre of that was natural for me to gravitate to. Also I learned a lot of what I know *from* those generations even if the 80s had their own stuff going on by then. That's why I know so well how much stuff cost. But car culture tends to throw back a bit generationally, it's about what's actually cheap when you're kids, combined with who you can learn from.
Car culture's actually really interesting of itself, these ways, despite that it's generally scorned and dismissed by a lot of folks on our end of the political spectrum. (Often much to our detriment with that still maybe 20-30 percent of Americans that still like cars: that's a hard information space to fight in lately.) And really smartphone 'culture's had some bad effects on things, everything being subsumed by worse-than-trash talk and nonsense about doing arsehole things for views and cred when even very recently things about car meets were about not crapping where you eat, *never* endangering 'civilians,' frankly, being more accepting of diversity even if it was never that easy for us gals among manyscenes, (But who do you think I *learned* from, on the other hand.) Internet toxicity has infested a lot of that space with regression in ways I thought we were over, not too long ago, though, and honestly if we stopped treating car culture as something to stomp out over symbolism, there'd be a lot of room for the Dems to be appealing. Like, "hey, *wouldn't it be nice* if you could afford a fun weekend car, ...and a weekend... *and* maybe commute in something that isn't like a mortgage payment to fuel? "
Cause it's not the hotrodders that are the big problem eco-wise, it's the *commuters.* Especially if they cheat their diesel trucks to try not to feel bored and helpless.
It seems to be back. 'Hooptie' originally meant something cobbled together, 'beater' connotes a cheap-getting-around car you don't care about, whereas a 'hoopty' may be well-beloved but still piecemeal or worn-out or whatnot-looking. :)
That klown has been huffing his own for too many years. That's all I can speculate. And Sheboygan is so boring it's not easy to describe. I've been there,
“Cheap, gross beer” is like that unnaturally sweaty guy on your pick-up basketball team at the YMCA. He ain’t much to look at, your association is occasionally embarrassing, but he gets the job done in the paint and delivers the “W.”
Hmm. I’ve done it. And have fond memories of it. It was a convertible Ghia, though, which adds room to maneuver. It probably would have been next to impossible in the hardtop. (Her “real” boyfriend’s car, that saucy minx. He was away in California and as it turned out, boning his landlady.)
The Rambler, not the Metropolitan.
"There’s no other place that could produce a WhistlinDiesel or accommodate Elon Musk’s vision ego"
Judge Simba lays down the law!
Well, there's that. There's also a big price inflation for those older generations who have been or are presently wealthy or those lucky enough to be wealthy despite Gen X having less generationally, some of which is seeming to crash as those with the interest and hoards have been dying off. That'll include all those Boyd Coddington restomod roadster customs with the tacky steering wheels and road wheels and all ...pretty much representing those guys' once-fantasies but without so much appeal beyond.
Also things like 55-57 T-birds that Boomers mighta wished they could have back in the day, still worth the moon to those just starting to part with them, (or yaknow, die off) but just not selling for that cause the interest is limited. Still none of it's anywhere near what kids or even most working class folks can really get anywhere near, and that goes especially for the American muscle that was once kinda thrown away in pretty good shape, and is expensive to restore, now, but still in demand. And a lot of people might find a Woody kinda cool, but the problem is the going-on-hundred-year-old *wood.* That needs like specialty care, restoration, or rebuilding, also bucks and out of reach.
And never mind the kind of rear wheel drive standard transmission Japanese things that used to be everywhere, cause those that survived have tended to already have been modded and driven hard by car people, and the cost of entry is no longer in the afterschool-job scale to say the least. Since then, really, anything cool has been more-specialized, harder to reach, and probably less likely to get parental approval for horsepower reasons. Puts kids in a less-likely to win thing, they'll rely on who gets hand-me-down uncoolness to get around and just see cars as appliances, dream of a box with nice Car Play interfaces if anything, most of em. By the time they can afford cars, a lot just never 'get' driving or they feel embarrassed they can't already, so they end up still gettign driven around one way or another.
Even these often-ridiculously-expensive smartphones end up being a cheaper way into some kind of social life, and that's a problem. Especially cause toxic.
As for the richer generations' nostalgia-hoards, it might be interesting if the market gets flooded, but these things'll never be as cheap as they were for regular people again. But the reason those things like Deuces and Woodys had a big cultural following was cause they *were* dirt cheap by the time kids might dream of T-birds or whatnot. There's still a lot of factors of a) What people had and wish they'd kept, and b) What they never had but later maybe could.
Frankly, kids with access to a transit system can tend to work it out if they need to.
(Well, you know, you're talking to the Scared Of Everything And Everyone Party of the Religion Of Same. Not the military experts they claim to be either.)
I do actually think kids are too constrained and nerfed, even if they occasionally lose all restraint and sense of how to *manage* risk or, yaknow, have fun without people or things necessarily getting hurt. It's kinda like all the kids that never had a drink in earlier life would get to college and they have nothing but a binge on/off switch to work with.
(Also, actually being a child in the Seventies, actually like the Beach Boys and surf-adjacent stuff was about the only music I liked that could be found in my house, And being basically born a car girl the hot-roddey genre of that was natural for me to gravitate to. Also I learned a lot of what I know *from* those generations even if the 80s had their own stuff going on by then. That's why I know so well how much stuff cost. But car culture tends to throw back a bit generationally, it's about what's actually cheap when you're kids, combined with who you can learn from.
Car culture's actually really interesting of itself, these ways, despite that it's generally scorned and dismissed by a lot of folks on our end of the political spectrum. (Often much to our detriment with that still maybe 20-30 percent of Americans that still like cars: that's a hard information space to fight in lately.) And really smartphone 'culture's had some bad effects on things, everything being subsumed by worse-than-trash talk and nonsense about doing arsehole things for views and cred when even very recently things about car meets were about not crapping where you eat, *never* endangering 'civilians,' frankly, being more accepting of diversity even if it was never that easy for us gals among manyscenes, (But who do you think I *learned* from, on the other hand.) Internet toxicity has infested a lot of that space with regression in ways I thought we were over, not too long ago, though, and honestly if we stopped treating car culture as something to stomp out over symbolism, there'd be a lot of room for the Dems to be appealing. Like, "hey, *wouldn't it be nice* if you could afford a fun weekend car, ...and a weekend... *and* maybe commute in something that isn't like a mortgage payment to fuel? "
Cause it's not the hotrodders that are the big problem eco-wise, it's the *commuters.* Especially if they cheat their diesel trucks to try not to feel bored and helpless.
It seems to be back. 'Hooptie' originally meant something cobbled together, 'beater' connotes a cheap-getting-around car you don't care about, whereas a 'hoopty' may be well-beloved but still piecemeal or worn-out or whatnot-looking. :)
That klown has been huffing his own for too many years. That's all I can speculate. And Sheboygan is so boring it's not easy to describe. I've been there,
Another article of his in support of your statement:
https://www.nationalreview....
“Cheap, gross beer” is like that unnaturally sweaty guy on your pick-up basketball team at the YMCA. He ain’t much to look at, your association is occasionally embarrassing, but he gets the job done in the paint and delivers the “W.”
I Accuse My Parents.
Where there's a teenage will to bone, there's a way. Or two, or three...
Mine was a '71 Coupe De Ville, but yeah. You could sit in the back of that thing without your feet touching the front seat.
Hubba hubba!
Hmm. I’ve done it. And have fond memories of it. It was a convertible Ghia, though, which adds room to maneuver. It probably would have been next to impossible in the hardtop. (Her “real” boyfriend’s car, that saucy minx. He was away in California and as it turned out, boning his landlady.)
Pretty sure he's playing with himself in that pic.