It’s true. When we drive in my 63 (which is not restored or considered a super desirable car like a Chevy Belair) people still do stare.
It’s fun, though. Wherever we go in it, someone always comes up and asks us about it. Older folk have stories and younger folk are always blown away, because they aren’t used to old cars the size of an aircraft carrier. (We measured it once - it’s about 20 feet from back to front).
The bright red inside with all that chrome and buttons also fascinates people.
I know a lot of autophiles would disagree but I think that’s really the fun part of owning a collectable car. You do meet interesting folks.
My first car was a ‘49 Ford coupe, the car my husband had when we first met was a ‘56 Cheve, I love to see those old things occasionally.