I think I'm getting crotchety too.  I found I can go all weekend without touching my smart phone (mostly because I just didn't feel up to interacting with anyone at the time).  But I don't miss the stupid "party line" we had as a kid, so some tech isn't so bad.
As vehicles go, my 2000 Dodge Caravan is the most modern thing I've ever driven.  It's never really stopped running; it's cheap to maintain; it hauls whatever I need it to, but I can barely figure out what goes on under the hood sometimes.  I was happy to figure out how to get the serpentine belt back on when it slipped off after I hit a big puddle.
I find myself missing my Camaros, my Firebird, my Cougar XR7, but mostly my slightly-souped '74 Datsun 260 Z.  No power steering, no power brakes, no power windows, no power locks, it even had a manual choke - little black lever next to the gearshift.  But the engine had PLENTY of power.  Between the rebuilt 240 carbs, the mild-grind racing cam, the custom exhaust with Cherry Bomb muffler, and the slight mill to the head, she was a force to be reckoned with.  You'd need a Corvette ZR1, something Italian, or something German to catch my little red rice-burner.  Man, I miss that car.
I found a pic, she looked exactly like these: