Hey Le Chef... you want immediacy, you want THRILLS at lower speeds??? Buy any car built between 1915-1930!!

At 50 mph, you'll turn white as a linen sheet, and feel like you've never gone faster in your entire life!!!! Trust me on that!! Or as Jay Leno just said on this week's episode of My Classic Car (which I am in by the way, in the Eastwood Garage segment) as he was driving Dennis Gage around LA in his Stanley Steamer race car, "It's like driving your own coffin!!"
As many here already know, I have alot of older cars. Archaic design, build methods, engineering methods (or total lack of engineering attention or motion control to the extent we do it today), all make for a more primal, primitive experience. Hence, things are more "thrilling" and you perceive more "immediacy" at lower speeds. It's not because they had it right back then, it's because they were only beginning to pay attention to things and take advantage of advancements that we take for granted today. Yes, it's invigorating to ride in the older cars. It's a total blast to drive them, and step backwards into time. But once the novelty wears off, you realize the huge trade-off. You wouldn't want to step into that '73 911 every day, year after year. Or maybe you would, if you're one of that rare breed that thrives on such things, and rejects progress that may filter and over-sanitize certain experiences. I love them both. I love the primitive thrill and rush of taking an old car down the road. But I also love and appreciate the amazing advances of technology and engineering in modern cars. For me, a new Porsche for daily driving, and an old anything for occassional stress-therapy, is the way to go. After you get used to, and accustomed to, the older car, all the shortcomings catch up to you. Especially as you're hanging on for dear life through a LH sweeper, screaming back & forth with your passenger so you can hear each other over the noise, sweating like Alabama pig farmers, hoping nothing darts out in front of you forcing you to test those spooky brakes, and then a new 997 comes flying past you like you're standing still, such that the draft pushes you 6 inches off your line and makes your butt pucker as the tail acts like it wants to pass you too.
Hey, if you REALLY want to get close to the bare-bones driving experience, get into go-kart racing. There's nothing else that comes closer to feeling the rubber against the road, and building g-forces.