Yesterday’s QOTD post by youthful scribe Steph Willems got me thinking about the cars of my youth, as intended. But the thoughts weren’t about the cars I would’ve had on my (non-existent) posters, but rather those I fully ignored in those days.
Little did I know.
First, I’ll explain the lack of posters in my room. Instead of those flat pieces of paper, I had a collection of 1:18 scale diecast cars. Real paint, rubber tires, steering wheels that worked, and some suspension too. The star of those three shelves was the Mercedes-Benz SL500, in silver over grey and R129 guise. The roll bar even popped up! The upstairs hallway was the town; the doorways were driveways. But I digress.
My limited toy car collection was a representation of the flashy mainstream metal I had an appreciation for at the time (even a Twister-ready ’94 Ram 1500). In my youth, I ignored any vehicles of the obscure or vanishing variety — things I value now. Cars like the Saab 900 Turbo, the Volvo 240 wagon, or the Subaru XT6. I never looked at rear-drive V8 American cars like the Town Car, the Fleetwood Brougham, or the C4 Corvette (in teal). “Those are for old people,” I thought. Was I wrong? No. But I have a certain appreciation for those things now, even if BMW drivers from the east coast come along and tell us all how crappy they are. Don’t care!
I didn’t appreciate anything especially old, either. America’s beautiful luxury Packards, the Mercedes-Benz 500K, and Talbot-Lago coupes were all “too old.” There are many, many more, but you get the point.
What cars fell prey to your youthful ignorance, only to find your favor later once their time was long gone?