This is the story of being recognized as anyone of solid values, you had to have either a car or a girl friend; those with only one of the two had some hope for a promising future. Those with neither, had to grovel their way out of s social hell that I can not put into images of decency and truth. But, if you could somehow find a way to own a car, have a girl friend, you surely would be capable of advancing into the adult world. You were on your way. The Beatles, even going to the moon, would have to wait for you.