Older Cars and Younger Women (3:30)

I wrote this song many years ago as you might be able to tell from the start of the 3rd verse “Now that I am way past 40” - I turned 66 this year (2021) and I’m even more “way past 40”. At the time I wrote this I was in my late 40’s and that thing that happens to men in that time of their lives happened to me. I started thinking about how one day I’m a happy go lucky guy having a good time to suddenly being older with all kinds of life responsibilities. And the thing that epitomized that for me was the image of old cars and young women.
I just love older cars – especially those classics from the 50’s, 60’s and early 70’s – when cars were made of solid steel and the only plastic part was the Hula Girl on the dash. In my day I’ve owned a few classics: a ’56 Olds Rocket 88 convertible, a ’66 Chevy II (not the 327 V-8 but a 6 cylinder 3-on-the-tree standard) and a ’71 Dodge Challenger convertible. I wish I had any one of them now. As for younger women – well – what dirty old man doesn’t like to look at young women. No touching mind you – but looking is okay.
I think the whole point of the song is that, for a man, growing old, outgrowing your youth kind of sneaks up on you and when you finally realize what’s happened, it kind of knocks the wind (and sometimes the sense) out of you. You’re never really prepared for it and it can knock you for a loop.