Boomers were fortunate enough to grow up in an age of Hot Cars and Great Music. Our cars had lots of chrome and fancy grills and nasty engines. We laid rubber with every start and cruised the drive-ins while The Beach Boys, Chuck Berry, Jan and Dean and Wilson Pickett filled our radios with music that will never be duplicated.
Ours was the age of 56 Chevys, 57 Mustangs, 66 GTOs, 67 Barracudas, 68 Camaros and dozens of other classic automobiles. We were proud of our cars and cherished our music. We even combined our hot cars with our music to produce mega hits such as “Hey Little Cobra”, “G.T.O.”, “Little Deuce Coupe”, “Mustang Sally”, “409”, “The Little Old Lady from Pasadena” and dozens of others.
Today’s cars are milquetoast. The most exciting car on the road may be an SUV with a camera in the back so you’ll know when to stop backing up. Big deal. If you don’t know when to stop backing up, you shouldn’t be driving.
And when’s the last time you heard a pop song about a car?
“Come See Us in Our Prius”, “Get a Jolt from Your Chevy Volt”, “Come on Tesla Light My Fire?”, “I Come Up Short in my Eco-Sport” or “Howdy, I’ve Got an Audi.”
Worse – the Libs are trying to convert all of us red blooded Americans into driving only electric cars. That would be like cruising down Main Street with a Singer Sewing Machine motor under the hood. And what’s the fun in that?
Oh, Maybellene, why can’t you be true?