I have two andropause cars.
The first is a '65 Mustang Coupe that I paid $400.00 for in 1971. It got me through grad school, and I kept it, giving it a driving restoration in 1992. It needs a little work, now, though. I’ve certainly got my $400.00 worth out of it.
The second is a '58 MGA Roadster. It even has a hand crank for those mornings when the two six volt batteries in series just don’t want to do the job. It needs a lot of work, but I keep pecking away at it. I bought it from my room mate while I was living in the barracks. He said that he just couldn’t get it started, anymore. I took a look at it and noticed that the hot wire to the electric fuel pump was really corroded. I told him that I liked to fool around with cars like that, and that as a favor to him, since he was deploying soon, that I would take it off his hands, and named an insultingly low figure, sure that he would never go for it. To my surprise, he agreed to it. An hour later, after cleaning the wire and contacts to the fuel pump, I was driving my own MGA! How it came to need a lot of work involves an ex-wife, and is best left untold.