Perhaps. But the kit is younger than I am.
Age is a number, rather than a word. It is certainly not a sentence, unless you allow it to be. If you are an older modeller, you predate most of what you buy anyway…
Rejoice. The fun is on the workbench, rather than the calendar.
Some old kits are a strain; bad moulding, raised panel lines, horrible plastic, and decal sheets drawn by maniacs having a fit. We cope with them out of nostalgia, and tell ourselves we are having fun.
Sometimes we are. When we finish the job and set it on the shelf we remember 1959 – our youth, our parents, our school chums. We have gotten value, even if it is not readily apparent to others. The detractors are not yet at the point in their lives when they can cry happy tears.
But we should not be blind to the facts of life – some old kits are naff. We would be better putting our money on new products from new makers. If they are close to the prices asked for old junk, we should choose new junk every time. And do our best to justify spending beer money for plastic.
In other words: do your best, and damn the torpedoes.
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