This is like walking into The Red Dog Saloon on a Friday night, tapping the first guy you can reach on the shoulder (while he's lining up a shot) and asking him if he thinks you oughta buy wunna dem "choppers."
In all seriousness: Yes.
Yes you absolutely should.
They're not that much work. Just think about how regular cars used to be. Back when they had carburetors. You'd change the oil, change the points or the distributor module every so often. You'd change the filters every year or so. Every once in a while something would break or wear out, or you'd have to (have someone) adjust your carb.
Change the brake fluid. Check the tires' air pressure. Rotate them.
And keep it clean. Vacuum it out every now and again.
It's really just normal maintenance.
The thing is, a "tuned" and well-running Type 1 for most of us feels like a problem, when compared to a Mazda or Toyota of recent vintage. You have to rev it a bit on startup. It can be a little finicky while it's warming up. Some guys report a "flat spot" off idle.
So they tinker, their idea being to tune things more carefully so those unpleasant glitches go away.
That is one branch of The Lifestyle. It is The Way of The Madness. These men, some of them, end up like Stan Galat, or Danny P, or myself. They're striving for enlightenment, always striving, closer and closer.
They are delighting in the Quest.
(Some of them lose the thread all together and decide to turn their VW-based clown car into something it wasn't meant to be—a performance machine, a hunter of Mustangs and Camaros, things of that nature. You'll see them installing turbo'd Subarus, Porsche 6s, etc. into these vehicles—or paying for someone to do it—striving to graft modern suspensions onto these narrow chassis.... like Evel Knievel pulling up for the annual Toys for Tots Biker run in his rocket sled).
The other branch consists of the ones who already know peace, or are walking the True Path. @MusbJim is its spiritual leader, and perhaps the only "sane" person in this group. They endeavor to enjoy what they have, instead of always tinkering, ever flailing, trying to make what they have into something else. Jim will tell you: owning a Speedster Replica need not be the total of one's identity, the only hobby one can afford, a reason d'etre.
You can buy a Speedster, sort it out so it's running fine, and then drive it all over the place, as weather permits, basking in the delights of its sounds, smells and feel.
You can turn back time, albeit temporarily, and know something of what Carrol Shelby felt. Or Hans Herrmann. Walter Glockler. James Dean.
You can absolutely bask in the glory of being seen in a thing that other drivers can hardly believe they're seeing on a public road. It's fun.
Do it.