Living in the suburbs of Denver in 1975 was the ultimate cultural desert. I went to a public high school that allowed kids living on ranches to drive to school with rifles in their truck gun racks. Of course the racks had to be locked.
Dad drove home in a 1969 Mexico Blue 912. Stick a fork in me. I was done. Only took me 25 more years to buy my first Porsche, a '69 911E. Now I've added my 914/3.2 track car. Yes. I have a Porsche problem. But the first step toward a cure (or a third Porsche) is admitting you have a problem, right?
We can all thank Craig Jackson and his yearly reality show/auction on Speed Channel for creating this over-inflated market for Muscle Cars and Resto Rods. But remember, the buyers don't buy the cars to drive. They buy the cars to watch their friends' faces as the valets drive them up after a round of golf at the country club.