I am a vintage planes lover.
Though must admit my joining the ranks has a perhaps curious reason.
Back in... I think it was 2007? Can't remember precisely... the fire that kept me interested in flight simulation began to wane. By the following year I was in full crisis mode and considering abandoning this hobby I was interested in ever since 1992...
I felt my heart breaking, but really could not get myself to rise up to bring those big, kerosene smelling tubes of metal high in the skies... it was just too...
Boring.
That was it. It was boring. And the boring part had begun with the arrival on the scene of airplanes that had all the bells and whistles of the Real Thing. I was having the same kind of fun staying behind the AP someone else in a factory may have by punching the buttons of a numerical control machine. I had became a process controller and it was getting even duller than looking at paint drying.

Then by absolute chance I passed on the Calclassics website and decided to give a try to one of their old and low fliers...
MY. God. In. Heaven.
I had a backfire the size of a full power Tzar Bomba. Those old but engaging glories of the aviation ante-1958 managed to give me back the interest that had been waning.
All the old prop planes began attracting my interest above the now grounded kerosene stoves, from the very Wright Flier to the end of the era of prop planes, from low and low single engined contraptions to the Lockheed Starliner.
Cannot really say what really gets under my skin about that old kind of flying... maybe it was the adventurous environment... the awareness they had of being special in a particular way, to be able to make those machines fly... the struggle they underwent to find their way in absolute VFR dead reckoning and crappy weather... the having to make the navigational point using the bubble sextant and calculate your longitude keeping in mind speed and winds, knowing that the fuel was not endless...
I agree. Those people at the time were not having the time of their lives doing what I wrote, but rather sweated bullets in worry and even fear... that's why they were and still are worthy of admiration... and while modern pilots are surely themselves worthy of admiration, especially when things get tough (
as they still can nowadays)... it's just not the same thing anymore.
Maybe I am attracted to that... maybe it's that old style mythical aura that bewitches me... not even I can say for sure.

There is no such a thing as overkill. Only unworthy targets.