Although technology has contributed, fact is, young people have always had a different concept of time and the need for gratification than older people. When I was 18, I bought a '54 Ford basket case. I had visions of the Y-block V8 with a pair of loud duals rolling down Main street rattling the store windows. I knew I needed to get the car done because I would soon be too old to enjoy it. I felt sure that would happen around the age of 25. (Yes, it was during this time that I had set model railroading aside in favor of other pursuits. Thought I might come back to it when I was too old to cruise.) Now, the Ford is still in my garage and still sports an unbelievably sweet pair of Dragon glasspacks (more than the passing interest my mother had hoped it was) and I'm looking forward to all the stuff I'm going to do in retirement including moving up north, putting up a pole barn and redoing the Ford again. I have a different outlook now, though. I feel like I have time to savor all these things.