Russian dachas are full of empty Soviet style mason jars with perished rubber seals and rusted spring clips. As soon as communism ended and they could simply buy jars of pickled vegetables year round that is exactly what they did, from 1990 onwards.
Now if they do it at all, they do it for nostalgia or because long dead babushka's pickles tasted better than the shop bought ones.
Likewise I am restoring and tarting up a Toyota Yaris for my 17 year old daughter who just passed her test. A complete waste of time but I am enjoying pimping it out with the latest bling from China as well as making a custom leather shifter gaiter from an old red leather sofa I got from freecycle and putting USB charging points in for her friends. Next I am going to carbon fibre wrap the wing mirrors. The next teenager who buys it for $1500 (I paid $800), will be getting a bargain.
My main reason to do it is to show off my car fixing skills to my daughter so she has something to tell my grandchildren when I am dead. I also like the fact that if I rebuild the brake caliper she won't die, because I will do it properly. A 2004 Yaris is a great little car. 1 litre engine but goes like a train. 70-80mph is comfortable.