have colleagues who don’t like old cars. (Not Autocar colleagues, who will find love for the basketest of cases.) But there are car people who don’t have the patience for them. 

They think that old cars are slow and noisy, that they are unlikely to work at all and that, if they do, the simple act of driving them will render them unlikely to ever work again. 

Modern cars, they say, are safer, faster, cleaner, more reliable, more comfortable, more efficient, better built and quieter. And they’re right. New cars are tremendous. Some of them are brilliant. Many of my favourite cars are new. 

But when we talk to car designers and engineers, and they reference cars from their companies’ past, frequently 
they try to rekindle something drivers felt was possessed by cars decades ago.

You could call it soul, or personality. Either is absurd, because cars are no more capable of having a personality than a lettuce. But there is something alluring about the process of bringing an old machine to life.

A rather lovely classic car website called Petrolicious recently filmed a Ferrari 250 GT Lusso. Its owner spoke of how he has to turn on the ignition, pull a toggle in the cabin and wait for the fuel pump’s ticking to subside before he can fire the engine. He described it, very aptly, as “a ritual”.