The idea sounds like some sort of cognitive bias.
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Oh yes. There are cultural anthropology studies on this subject.I mean like I'm just so curious curious. The idea of sentimental durability. Regular durability is engineered in a product. Steel of the chassie. Engine design ect...
But what makes a vehicle worth the blood sweat and tears of restoring or profitable for companies to stamp out patch panels.
Can a style or design grow on you?
For example why is there parts for road runners yet not for Belvidere.
Or how hard is it to find panels for a g20 vs c/k 2500.
I kind of like that theory tooOh yes. There are cultural anthropology studies on this subject.
And it all ties in to war, adrenaline, babies, and car seats.
When my Grandfather enlisted in the Navy in 1941.
He had a 39 ford coupe.
When he came back in early 46.
That Ford had been in the backyard the whole time.
Because tires and oil and gas were rationed.
So, just like most of those guys, he comes back after not only fearing for his life on a daily basis but spending his off time wondering if his wife and kids are Okay.
So about 4 years of adrenilan spikes every day.
And then they are supposed to go home and pretend it never happened.
So they get home and they have to put the old Ford or Chevy back on the road.
Car production from 46 to 49 or so was pretty limited and they were all pre war designs.
Big ploddingly slow flathead 3 on the tree.
These guys had nothing to buy that would give them a rush.
So they made thier own.
This is the origin of Nascar and Drag racing and Bonneville and Hydroplanes and all of that.
A truly amazing part of history an every car person needs to dig into it.
It is awesome fun to look into
The first real post war design was the Ford .
The "Shoe box"
Some people are into them.
Blah.
And nothing happened untill 1953.
The 53 vette changed it all.
Hopelessly slow but it had style.
And then the Studabaker Hawk and the 55 T Bird etc.
And then the 55 Chevy.
The start of the tri five era.
I am skipping over a whole lot of history here just to keep it short.
Back in those days Pontiac was the performance brand but Oldsmobile was chasing that title pretty hard.
All was well. Untill 1958.
The origin year for massive butt ugly.
The Vette survived in a way
The T-Bird just mutated.
The 58 to 59 Impala is an aquired taste.
The 59 to 64 Chryslers are bizarre.
So wierd that I want one.
In 62 or 63 Ford introduced the ultra light galaxy
And in 1964. Pontiac introduced the GTO.
And that changed the world.
Yes, I will tie this all back to combat and baby seats and the used car market and the ratio between military bases, time away from your wife, interest rates and hot rodding.
And child seat laws as a proportion of second gen Camaros for sale.
With a layer of empty nest nostalgia and garage tool collecting.
I have an entire theory on the subject.
Nostalgia. Memories. Movies.More of the part of the sentimental durability or trying to think of the term here. Like why something of a similar platform or similar design we're similar design if it's a desirable one less longer than the undesirable 1.. Why why certain vehicles have a huge aftermarket support community that would include le let's say new body shells or aftermarket frames. Why are there reproductions of tri five Chevrolet's. But not other makes. Reproductions of 32 Fords but not other thirties are a vehicles. Or why is one style built in similar fashion to another last longer.
When I was a scout, one of the dads had a 78 or 79 F150 and it was one of the extended cab ones. I remember it mostly because on the way to a camping site in the Ozarks, he had all of my gear and rolled the truck. My bag was the only one missing, and I really don't like 78-79 F150 extended cabs. Maybe I enherited the "Hated vehicle" gene and this one fell into place perfectly, my dad HATES Buicks. I hate 79-78 F150 extended cabs.When I was a cub scout we'd go camping a couple times a year. The scout master had a black K1500 squarebody with a camper shell that we'd ride in to the camp site. He and my dad would sit up front and us scouts would sit in the bed with the spare tire. I remember sliding painfully into the front of the bed when he had to make an emergency stop. Also, pounding on the window to ask for a pee break. I don't miss it.