They're easy to work on, really, because they're ancient and so all the mechanisms are simple. Older models have a hood that tilts forward so you can just sit on the front tire and access the entire engine. Which is fucking awesome.

But also, they're ancient. Parts barely exist, as in, they were hard to find and special order 20 years ago. They're prone to electrical gremlins. Reliability is basically zero. I wouldn't ever drive mine (when I still had it) beyond my ability to have someone tow it back home. They're so old that they're passing into forgotten knowledge areas. Want to spend a Saturday rebuilding a carburator and think it's a good time even though it still won't work right after? Then you might have fun with it.

It's from the era of cars where you just....had tools in your trunk. Because today you went to the store for groceries and now it won't start and you get to figure out whether the points of your distributor are fouled, the gap is wrong, you got (yet another) bad solenoid from Lucas, your fuel pump is vapor locked, the choke isn't working right, or it just plain doesn't feel like fucking starting.

I was given one ('66 mark II), (grandpa bought it in the 80s, I got it in 2003). It was my first car in high school. It was so cool. But holy shit. I had to get up for school an hour early just to make sure the fucker would start. Two hours in the winter.

If you love working on a car, like, legitimately constantly. Go for it. But realize it's not a "working on a car every ten to thirty thousand miles once it's running" kind of project car. It's a "working on a car one out of every four times you drive it" kind of project car.