I drove a 1970 GTO to work last Tuesday. Two-lane road, 55 mph, windows down, 400 cubic inches of Pontiac iron doing exactly what it was born to do.

My daily is a modern turbocharged four-cylinder. It's quieter, faster, gets better mileage, has lane-keep assist and adaptive cruise. And I don't think about it once when I'm in it.

The GTO demands your attention. The steering communicates everything. The throttle response is physical. You feel the road and the engine and the whole mechanical system working together. Modern cars have engineered all of that out in the name of refinement.

I understand why. I just don't want it.