Yeah, I get that.

I want a minivan. But my beloved wife hates them. She might feel the same way about station wagons if they were still around.

John, it's a nice idea in theory - but from what I remember of the woman I was dating then, it didn't exactly play out that way.

A station wagon may not attract many women, but it will attract the right kind of woman.

My rock band got more use out of my parents' station wagon than most any other vehicle. Not exactly the babe magnet vehicle that I was hoping for, though.

Well, maybe. Years ago, I saw an older couple in the parking lot of Walmart. The man got out of the car, while his wife did some mysterious woman-magic, and went around to open the door for her. It was a sweet scene. I thought to myself that I wanted my wife and I to be like that when we were older.
I realized then that I had to practice now, in order to achieve that level of seamless grace that they demonstrated. I made it my job to open the car door for her whenever I could manage it. She caught on, and took time to do something or another while waiting for me, so I wouldn't have to think that I was delaying her. We're getting there, and when we are older, we will manage the doors like Fred and Ginger.
Older men need to demonstrate such acts in public, to teach younger men how it is done. It's an important responsibility. I don't do it because my wife is weak, or because it is required of me by culture. I do it because I hold her in high regard, and I want to serve her out of love.