Driving a car is only fun when you're the only one doing it. The golden age of driving took place when cars were mechanically simple and the government was in the middle of massively overbuilding roads and highways relative to the number of people who could afford to own cars. It was fun because you could practically build the car yourself, and once you took it out, you mostly had the road to yourself. You could feel the wind whipping your hair and experience the raw masculine power of the throbbing machine you'd built
between under your legs.
...Until everyone wanted to do it and the roads started filling up. Now there's traffic, and driving in traffic is no fun at all--and dangerous, too, because most people are terrible drivers. Drunk driving and road rage become scourges on the road. Rules and regulations start proliferating, and now your manly machine is hemmed in by painted lines and colored lights, and stalked by overzealous highway patrolmen. The government demands proof of competency, a license, and the maintenance of expensive insurance. And because a certain number of irresponsible jerks don't follow those rules, your insurance costs even more. The government starts to make rules about how cars are designed and built, with the aim of improving safety--which makes them more expensive and impossible for a tinkerer to work on.
Driving isn't fun. It may have been in 1963, but it isn't now. People who think driving is fun are experiencing that fun mostly as nostalgia for something that died decades ago, not because of what driving a car is like today.