People often ask me why I run good ‘ol American V8 muscle in my classic 1966 Fastback Mustang. Obvious reasons aside, there is nothing quite like the feeling of getting into a classic car, being enveloped by the original interior, and then both body and senses completely consumed by an intoxicating mix of touch, sound, and smell. No new car will ever EVER be able to replicate this experience…regardless of how much convenience computer controlled systems offer.
I enjoy being able to lift up the hood of her – yes, HER – and with my hands and a simple tool tune the carburetor just right to make her engine purr. Newer cars where you can click a button on your laptop to control a fuel management set up or add a Super Chip to reprogram factory computer settings just don’t do it for me. Don’t get me wrong, I have a 1998 Ford Expedition with a couple of minor “technical” adjustments. But owning older cars like my Mustang and a Monte Carlo creates a certain passion in the owner. You can listen to what the vehicle is trying to tell you and fix things yourself with basic skills, tools, and knowledge. As such, none of my “girls” have ever let me down yet.
Try doing that with a warning light or odd sound on a newer vehicle…even if you do have access to a diagnostic tool that plugs into your OBD I/II port.
Now, I have nothing against import “tuners”…to each their own. I don’t run with that crowd and haven’t seen a computer controlled management system fail. But with recent news events about computer software possibly being the cause of some major safety issues, I can’t help but say give me something mechanical every time. That might sound odd coming from someone who works for a computer hardware manufacturer…but it keeps me and my girls rollin’ happily down the road…and Great Lakes Dragway in Union Grove, WI.