I’ve followed the forum for a while, but this is the first time I’ve ever made a post. As a 26 year old, I appreciate and identify with the discussion and would like to add my perspective.
From a young age, I always have had mechanical interests and aptitude. I vividly remember receiving a small screwdriver kit at age 7 or 8, and going around the house checking every screw I could find “to make sure they were tight.” During middle and high school summers, I worked in a machine/car restoration shop doing oddball jobs. In my (private) high school, I heard a rumor that the school was considering bringing back woodshop class. I talked to an administrator and voiced my enthusiasm for it, and I was first on the list when it started back up. I ended up pursuing an economics degree in college, but became known as “that guy in the back of the dorm parking lot under his car with a pile of tools.”
I do as much of my own work on my cars as I can. I always change the oil and do all the regular maintenance myself. I’ve replaced starters, alternators, radiators, springs/shocks, and so forth. I installed aftermarket air conditioning that uses all the factory mounts and controls, after I’d been told by my mechanic that if I wanted a car with A/C, to sell it and buy a comparable used one that already has it.
I’ll confess that, despite a love for all things automotive, my true love is classic boats, of which I have two. The “new” boat is 40 years old, and is small block Chevy-powered. I’m also in the middle of a keel-up structural restoration on a 50 year old wooden boat, which still has its original 6 cylinder flathead.
In regards to the discussion, I agree that fewer and fewer people share this interest. Perhaps it’s the complexity of cars today, or perhaps it’s a reflection of society and its “use it up and throw it away” mindset (yes, I too have repaired appliances that say there are no user serviceable parts inside). I guess that, in my case, it’s just what I love doing. I’ll end with an expression that has become a standing joke with a good friend of mine. It started when we were in 20 degree weather, unloading a rolling chassis for his Chevy truck restoration. “Hey,” he says while trying to warm up his fingers, “remind me why we’re not into video games…”