John Webster wrote:Not my MG. It was at the local fancy invitation only Concourse parked between an Alfa 6C1750 and a leather bodied 29 Bentley...
(See photo above)
When I see an array of vintage cars like that (I wonder if that green touring-car in the background is a Pierce Arrow or Packard, or?) I am thankful they each made it out alive from their respective time periods, even though I know I'll never own one. I'm happy for those who own them and happy for the society that preserved and still cherishes them.
The perfect antique car for me would be the
1962 Lincoln Continental 4-door convertible, to me, an example of refined good taste, elegance, and real class; plus, a whole lot of fun. When I was a teenager and my mother and I were standing in a Lincoln-Mercury showroom, I was just moments away from convincing her to buy a white-with-red-interior one, but she chickened-out and went for a
Falcon(!!!!!!!)

Oh the shame of it! I was fit-to-be-tied and asked her not to appear on my college campus in it. She obliged me. Do I look back in shame at my materialism. Not at all. If I ever win a lottery, I'll be out there looking for that Lincoln.