man, its really tough for a guy who came up in the sixties to adjust to this new-age, post Barrett-Jackson, image is everything, cry-baby doll, cruise night crap...If your car gets its ass handed to it by soccer moms in Cadillac Escalades, it'll never be a hot rod in my world, and I dont care if its a henry-steel '32 ford roadster. If it dont go, its a street-rod, not a hot-rod.
Note that performance comes first in Websters, cripes, even THEY can get that...