Saturday morning, out in the sunshine and look at this. A beautifully-maintained and thoroughly original LHD Ford Thunderbird (well, maybe except for the wheels).
A few words with the proud owner and he revealed he's been working on it for four years, and on the weekends it's his machine of choice. His escape from reality, to fun and enjoyment.
Climbing aboard, he swept out of the parking lot with such a look of pure pleasure and pride on his face, frankly, it made me feel good too.
Sadly, this is not a feeling I think many milleniels would enjoy. It's their loss.