Austin, I appreciate your opinions. When my hot rodding days were long over, I flopped a townhouse just before the great mortgage scam and bought a spanking new Suby STI. That was about $38k invested right there. Being in a position much different from my youthful days of scraping up for a set of long tube headers, I had the capitol to ignorantly turn my car over to a hi-po company near my home who blew $8k doing everything wrong and missing the promised target hp/tq, even though they had a blank check!
I had to tow the car over two hours away to another shop which used the computer skills I wanted and did precisely what garnered the end results I wanted. Sadly, my disabilities appeared at the peak of my job and I was "retired" under a handicap (they wouldn't accept telecommuting) and I was forced to sell my car. I now drive a sedate 12 year old Jeep and enjoy a new sport of wintertime driving in the snow with actual ground clearance.
You make valid points. I was lucky enough to be in H.S. in the 70's when muscle cars were still a dime a dozen and my '66 Goat was only $800, my '68 Olds was less than that, and my '68 Road Runner was only $250 fix 'er up. I still kick myself for turning down my folks offer of accepting a '64 1/2 Mustang coupe 289, C6 because it was baby blue with a white vinyl top. (BTW, a beautiful black stock appearing early '70's Chevelle just went by, just a simple humble sound, no showing off). Hmmmmm.
BUT, my friends and I (including such rarities as a what was a 340 six pack 'Cuda if my aging memory serves me) never raced from light to light in broad daylight. Several of us worked at the same burger joint and after closing (midnight), we'd head down a double lane interstate past car dealers and businesses and race a roughly measured quarter mile, risking only ourselves and no traffic whatsoever.
Unlike the days of old where there was a respect for machinery, today there is an arrogance among "ricer" youth to the point where laws are now having to be enforced for the immigrant aspect who choose to wear pants nearly around their knees, proudly displaying boxers for the world. Call me racist if you will, but a Brylcreem hairstyle, stiff denims, even long hair or a mullet are nowhere as "F-U" (as you put it) as the world we live in now. I haven't grown old. Thanks to several of the builders here recognized as top notch, I'm pursuing pro mod adaptations of scratch builds using plain jane Revell kits.
I'm not looking for a fight, so I don't know why I'm being enlightened on today's culture and why I should embrace it as a 2nd coming of hot rodding. It isn't. We knew that MSD, Accel and Summit decals didn't add 5 hp, we were never naive enough to believe that an electric fan stuffed in front of an MAF (they didn't even exist on my cars) would be called a "turbo" when in reality the drag on the electric system actually reduces any possible hp gains and we sure knew that an aluminum or fiberglass hood had a purpose to lighten a car, not just look cool and eventually fade like these knock-off asian carbon-fiber debacles. Cutting springs to lower a car with no knowledge of how it affects handling is just plain silly.
It took a long time for drag racers to realize that long smoky trips down the 1320 weren't conducive to e.t.'s. It took a while in the early to mid 70's to realize fire burnouts were pretty and pretty dangerous.
My life is challenged Austin. I won't cry on your shoulder, but I suffer from a broken tailbone which can't be removed and degenerative disc disease which is inoperable as well. I'm on the FDA controlled max of 120mgs of opiate a day for pain relief and it still doesn't help. After 5 years, it's only turned me into a junkie. However, I hate to think of how I'd be without it. God is good to me and my family. As roughly quoted from Romans: "Suffering brings perseverance, perseverance brings hope". I believe that. My post was saying that in spite of the unwelcome noise from those who believe their behavior on the highways is warranted, sometimes the classics and the beauty of those who acknowledge the fragile beauty of a car (much like a butterfly) should be treasured and tested only in the confines and safety of a sanctioned area.
I apologize if my post angered you in any way.