I am a car guy. Always have been. In September 1997 I acquired my baby, a 1966 Ford Galaxie 500 2 door hardtop. 390 cubic inch V-8 with an automatic, I got it from the original owner and the car has never been restored. Notice I don't call it "original", because it's not. I have replaced many mechanical parts and modernized a few more. I display it as a survivor and as a daily driver; kind of what you would expect if you saw this car in 1971. A truly original car can not be driven, except on and off a trailer. Who wants to rely on 50 year old belts and hoses and such? Not me, I dig driving around whenever and wherever I feel like it. We go to cruise nights, car shows, parades, displays, and sometimes just a ride for a burger or some ice cream.
This is no different than carrying into posted "Gun-Free Death Zones". Whether a school, USPS facility, PSRK state office, etc. my concealed weapon stays safely in its holster unless the need arises, in which case judicious marksmanship will be the order of the day.