Would you daily drive a prewar?
MAYBE WE CAN FIND HAPINESS IN THE LACK OF POWER, OF HANDLING, OF COMFORT...
I spent few weeks driving a 1923 torpedo.
Of course, as soon as I was stuck in a trafic jam, it was boiling like an old teapot. In fact, there was so much steam that it was barely impossible to see the front bonnet... But the face of all the grandmas seeing the car worth it. I assume it was the same that when they saw GI's coming to free them in 1944... On the road, the car was able to reach almost 50 miles per hour. At this speed, everything was hard: every bump sent a smash on you neck and every time you were willing to change the direction the car had chosen for you, you had to use your whole body to move that gigantic wooden wheel in front of you.
But the feeling that you are driving the purest essence of what a car should be was way better than all of these little flaws.
So, are you, or would you drive a pre-war car everyday?