I can't disagree with anyone's choices. I was 'raised' on Saturday night dirt track racing at local fair grounds in upstate NY. My mother used to wake me and my brother up at 4:30 am Sunday mornings so we could watch jalopy races from Culver City, California on TV.
This was the first car I rooted for weekly, the #00 of Buzzie Reutimann at Orange County Fair Speedway and Nazareth Speedway.

This was the late 60's and early 70's and to this day when I see a muscle car my heart races. My first car was a Cougar (no pictures) but this is a very good likeness:

I watch but don't go to muscle car auctions because I know better.
My latest toy is a 2012 Mustang that I will admit to driving like a 16 year old at times. I love the acceleration and sound going up or down the gears.
But, as much as I love all these cars there's something unique about thoroughbred race cars from the 60's and 70's for me. There's something sexy about those Ferrari's, Porsche's, Lola's, and Ford GT's. I know that doesn't make any sense 'cause cars are mechanical objects, but they are works of art that capture my gaze and hold it.
Slothead