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: