A Story about Cars, Music and Passion

Let’s ‘Get it On’ in Cars

The song we listened to while having teenage sex was sooo… aptly this one — Paradise by the Dashboard light…

When I was a late teen, my boyfriends had cars. We’d often pull up somewhere quiet, put on some tracks and make out while listening to the background sounds.

Memories!

Young Love

The first song that comes to mind during this time is Madness — I like driving in my car. Look at these brilliant lyrics.

I've been driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar 
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil 
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne 
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before

Certainly a song of it’s time.

I started dating my first serious boyfriend, Jim, a few years after this song hit the charts. On his 17th birthday, he passed his driving test. Jim worked, and the previous year he’d bought a clapped out Ford Capri, which he’d lovingly restored. It looked a little like this one…

Jim was passionate about that car. And he was passionate about me too. Which meant one of his favourite pastimes was taking me out in his Capri. And the song we listened to while having teenage sex was sooo… aptly this one — Paradise by the Dashboard light from Meatloaf.

I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake
And there was not another car in sight
And I never had a girl
Looking any better than you did
And all the kids at school
They were wishing they were me that night
And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right 

Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
'Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely dressed

However, in this song, the woman begs the guy to marry her. That didn’t happen with Jim and me. He was/is a sterling guy, but I moved on to my best friend — Vic.

Best Friend Story

And would you believe Vic and I did a lot of getting it on in his car too. We didn’t have a choice as his Mum was not keen on me and my stepfather hated him. His car was our sanctuary. And, this time, the passion was on both sides.

Here’s an amusing story that happened while we were not in his car.

For some reason, Vic and I both had the day off. He rang. Saying he was still in bed and asked me to go over as both his parents were at work. We lived within ten minutes walk of each other, so this was an easy request. I hot-tailed it to his, jumped into bed with him, and within moments the passion was rising!

So, there we were relishing our time together when suddenly the noise of the front door opening stopped us in our tracks. Shortly, his mother's dulcet tones filled the air, berating Vic for still being in bed at 11am. I cannot tell you how my heart nearly jumped straight out of my chest. She went on to potter in the kitchen, and then the reason became clear why she had come home for a break. The washing had finished. It was a lovely sunny day, and she wanted to get it out to dry on the line. When we realised she had disappeared into the garden, I rushed down the stairs and out of the front door, while Vic went in the garden to distract his mother.

Not long after this, we got a place together. But before, we would enjoy just being together until the early hours of the morning in his car. We played so much different music and often listened to the radio. Years later, when we had both moved on to pastures and passions new, Vic said that Boys of Summer by Don Henley always reminded him of me and those heady days.

I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and these
Sunglasses on baby
I can tell you 
My love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone 

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream 
Remember how you made me crazy
Remember how I made you scream

The Weird One

I have mentioned before about a boyfriend named Al. I was slightly older when I dated him, so we didn’t spend a lot of time in cars, but one day when I was staying at my Mum’s house, while she was on holiday, he came over and was thrilled to find some Julio Iglesias music. Al was an amusing guy. We sat around drinking beer and played it all. The one I remember the most is sang very passionately by Julio, in Spanish.

Recent Times

Before the days of Covid, my partner and I would travel all around the UK for work purposes. Sometimes playing music. Sometimes in silence. An album we both love and have played often during our years together is — Exile on Main St. by the Rolling Stones. An absolutely incredible album.

But one song we can not leave behind on our travels simply exudes love and passion from the writer and singer Richard Thompson — Beeswing. If you don’t listen to anything else today, listen to this.

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

Music and passion go hand in hand. I think music feeds the soul.

Another from May More

And one by J. Sharland Day