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- I still haven't finished this thing. This is a photo before the paint came off; in 2013...

As a petrolhead and speed-freak, my usual view of a car's potential interest is down to the good old notion of pure power. I like a car that will knock you back into the seat and scare any unsuspecting passengers as you gun it down a country road, I mean, who doesn't like that? As I scour through adverts to find the right daily car, my check list is usually: power, looks and price - in that order. When it comes to my classic obsession, though, that order is changed dramatically. The most important point here is that power is taken completely out of the equation. Put simply, I wouldn't buy a modern car unless it had a half decent lump under the bonnet producing a decent amount of lovely horses but, in the same breath, I think nothing of getting hold of a 50 year old car with 34 tired horsepowers and 0-60 times that are more in the realms of scary stories than a readable time.

The interior before the strip down.

Just look at the interior of my Mk1 Mini in comparison to that of my modern MPS. Sure, the modern car is equipped to high heaven with all manner of snazzy gadgets such as steering-wheel-mounted controls, heated seats and Bose stereo but, in my mind, there's too much going on. It's also made from a material that I really can't abide - tacky plastics galore...

Plastic. Everywhere.

An Engine... that I can work on?

Another thing that grinds my proverbial gears is vehicle maintenance. What happens to you if your modern car goes wrong? You have to fork out to take it to a garage where you'll often be greeted by someone who wants to make as much money as possible from you, purely because they know that your car can only be fixed by plugging it in to a machine that no-one really owns at home. My Mazda goes wrong, it's time to call the AA because there's not a great deal I can put right at the roadside. My Mini or my Dolomite go wrong on the other hand, I can pretty much change the entire engine in a country road lay-by...

A good old 1965 A-Series!

I really don't mind getting my hands dirty if the occasion calls for it; I'd rather fix my own car than admit defeat and let someone else do it. The trouble is, I can't do that with anything designed in modern times and that is one of the most saddening things this world will ever have to endure. It honestly upsets me...

What I prefer

What I'm trying to say here is that I genuinely prefer to sit in an low powered car with gorgeous looks, decent materials and characterful interior than be in an over-filled plastic box packed with monotonous pretentiousness. I mean, I don't really need heated seats, several scattered 12v outlets and keyless start; all I need is the emotions that only old cars can convey. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Are modern cars becoming less and less characterful? Thanks for reading!

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