I'm not sure that I'd go as far to say that I 'hate' modern cars. To 'normal' people who see a motor car as means to get From a to b and c on the weekends a bland econobox with ESP, Fifty seven Airbags, a warranty and a nice new number plate makes sense. If a car is a tool then you want it to be as safe, reliable and as acceptable to others as much as possible.
To me a car is so much more. A hobby, an extension of your personality, hell at the risk of sounding like a weirdo, a companion, a friend. I lavish time and money on it, fixing, washing, modifying, fixing again, etc. In reward it'll give me a damn good drive everytime I want it, the sort of drive that leaves you smiling from ear to ear as you walk away and catch a cheeky glimpse of your pride and joy.
Funnily enough, 'proper' classics don't really appeal to me. I see them as a bit too 'inferior' to compete against modern cars to deal with day in, day out. Whist I can appreciate them more as art, I certainly don't want to own one as my one and only means of transport.
My favourite time for cars is without a doubt the Late 80s - Mid 90s. 95% of my 'To Own' List is from this period. E28, E30, E31, E32, E34s Bimmers, MK1 and MK2 MR2s, MKII and MKIII Supras, ST165, ST185 Celicas, 205 GTis, Afla 75s, R32 and R33 GTRs, the list is endless. I feel that the 'great' cars from this time period can well and truly give modern cars a serious run for their money in day to day usage, but offer such a more fulfilling ownership experience for a fraction of the price of the modern equivalent
Other people I know don't agree with me at all. They tell me to stop buying 'bangers' and by something nice and modern (Mother's biggest hang up is that I get something with PAS

). I let them say what they want to say because my mind is not really going to change. Whilst I might not enjoy it every time, every drive is an adventure in my 205, it is loud, uncomfortable, uneconomical the suspension is far, far too hard making it a pain to commute in around London and having no heater really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really sucks, but get me on a good road, get me a chance to turn that exhaust drone into a roar, and the ticking of all 16 valves into unadulterated music, everything just makes sense.