My brother had a modern Triumph, and while it had the right look (if a little overswollen), there's a presence that my Enfield has which just puts it in some other category.
Similar to what I feel seeing the latest Corvette...awesome machine and I'd love to drive or maybe even own one, but it doesn't send the same signals or raise the same emotions as one from 1968. The feeling that radiates from formed metal resting on a frame just isn't the same as seeing something that's more akin to a computer. I respect the new one for what it can do, for the technology and even the beauty it has, but it's not the same thing.
Plus, feeling it kick to life is far more emotionally compelling than something with a starter button. That's not to say the Enfield is worth more, and on days when I deal with its character in an attempt to get it to move, it can be struggle to love it, but in the end, it's the price paid for every other aspect.
I also love how Enfields can be rebuilt into something new/personal so easily, or left as they are and remain just as interesting.