I vividly remember my dad watching TV when an old Pontiac ad would come on. They used to have a guy dressed up as an indian chief who would say in a phony Tonto accent with a deep voice; "Pontiac, heap fine car" My dad would match the fake indian chief's accent and tone saying "Pontiac, heeeeeeep". My dad didn't like GM products and the one time I sorta talked him into buying one it turned out to be a real turd, one recall after another, uneven panel gaps, orange peel paint, a wavy joint at the C-pillar with grind marks visible through the paint and it had little squeaks and ticks from the day it was new. Lesson learned. I'll never make that mistake again. Ever.
I dunno, I spent a whole crap load of time and money restoring an old car from that era once, a 1954 Plymouth. I'll never do that again either. I was about to buy a used '65 Corvair and my dad panicked and handed me the keys to the old Plymouth. He didn't do me any favors. Now I have a real allergy to cars from that era.
I'm sure that car in restored form is much nicer than anything that ever rolled down the Pontiac production line. The restoration staff paid very close attention to doing quality work when restoring it, not the slap-dash crap "workmanship" typical of a GM assembly line, then and now. I'm sure most high end restoration shops would never stoop to turning out something as poorly assembled and painted as a stock production GM product.
I think if I showed up with a car like that my neighbors would all ask if I need therapy. No, seriously. It would be, how to say, most out of character for me. In fact, many people I know have never seen me drive a car. I use motorcycles for daily transportation. My cars get a few hundred miles a year (nice insurance break for keeping the miles low) while the bikes get 15-20K miles per year.