Restored cars have a sense of adventure about them, don't they? One looks at an early Ford or even a Studebaker and remembers reading articles about cross-country trips in the 30s with great trunks attached to the backs. Or a VW Microbus! Yeah, that's the ticket. Take a few friends. Driver, take me to my childhood...Let me go on such an adventure. I know that owning such cars is a serious time and money drain, as they are tough to repair. But c'mon, one trip? Get it all spiffed up and ready, everything checked and changed, and take it on a goodly trip. Maybe not across the country, but Route 1 from Maine to Florida? Or Route 3, Route 5. The Boston Post Road, The National Road, The Old Carolina Road. Should be a hoot.
Anyway, I always think that when I see those cars riding efficiently along on a sunny weekend. Someday. Someday. I saw a great one last weekend, a yellow VW Bug, looked like a '68 with vanity plates. I looked wistfully in the rearview mirror as it passed. Who would I take with me on this trip? I'd never talk my wife into it.
I saw that great VW again later in the day. On the back of a Jerr-Dan tow truck. So I'm cured for now.