tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post9053065469131883701..comments2024-03-17T12:02:12.410-04:00Comments on Love That Max : My other sibling was a carEllen Seidmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01433429847255621203noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-12365134645479379542012-05-12T21:50:58.327-04:002012-05-12T21:50:58.327-04:00Seconded about Volvo drivers and their attachment ...Seconded about Volvo drivers and their attachment to their fine Swedish built works of engineering art. I drive a 1997 Volvo 960 with 234,000 miles and counting. And it won't be my last one either. My wife also drives Volvos, she is Norwegian.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-55696931766369499332011-09-26T17:12:02.899-04:002011-09-26T17:12:02.899-04:00Please excuse the very late comment, but as a chil...Please excuse the very late comment, but as a child who also grew up in Volvos I had to comment. My dad bought the same car in the Netherlands in 1969, when I was 1, and it served our family of 6 very well for 5 years until we moved back to Canada. I spent the rest of my childhood growing up in the back of two Volvo station wagons until my dad bought a 240 (a grey one, as it happens!) in 1984. He drove that car for years, and had a slight non-Volvo blip with a Golf before buying his current V40 11 years ago. I love, love driving that car when I visit my dad. Volvo drivers and the kids who grew up in them are indeed a breed apart. If I could afford one I'd buy one in a second.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-43685766244985954452011-04-04T18:16:26.837-04:002011-04-04T18:16:26.837-04:00My parents are Volvo addicts. They are on Volvo No...My parents are Volvo addicts. They are on Volvo No. 5 or 6. The first Volvo sealed the deal. On a windy road during fog my mother was in a car accident. Her boxy 1980 Volvo was hit by a truck on a bridge. The car was totaled but she walked away unscathed.Musings from Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13252283843903445777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-36771784636249645082011-04-03T11:00:05.920-04:002011-04-03T11:00:05.920-04:00What a wonderful story.What a wonderful story.Penblethhttp://penbleth.co.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-29370353787648383382011-04-03T01:54:14.251-04:002011-04-03T01:54:14.251-04:00Volvos do something magical to their owners. I ha...Volvos do something magical to their owners. I had a friend with an ancient Volvo who drove it an entire Utah winter with wipers that didn't work, because, in her opinion, she could always see through the windshield because Volvos' design was so superior that visibility was always preserved. I am certain she only had the wiper motor replaced so she could pass inspection, but not because she felt it needed to be done. I don't know how the car convinced her of this point of view, but it did.GingerBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09976594257345428901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-57090402320976254822011-04-02T23:52:47.935-04:002011-04-02T23:52:47.935-04:00What wonderful memories. Automobiles stand out in ...What wonderful memories. Automobiles stand out in my memory from my childhood, too. My father loved cars, as your father did, and he always tried to upgrade with the little money that we had. The most memorable one was a Bug - he loved that car, but there wasn't enough room for a family of five. As I got bigger, it got harder and harder to sit between my two sisters on long road trips to Florida. But he loved that car, so I endured the pain under my bottom! I hope that cleaning out your father's belongings is not too painful.Hollyhttp://www.theculturemom.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-42532509118968385352011-04-02T23:18:27.211-04:002011-04-02T23:18:27.211-04:00Oh my goodness - you have described everything per...Oh my goodness - you have described everything perfectly. I had forgotten about some of this - like how Daddy would make us figure out where the latest strange sound was coming from. All in all, the Volvo was a very good car and I think it enjoyed having us as its owners. In a way, I was happy when it was time to get rid of it, but also sad. Every time I see a Volvo, I always smile because of the memories it brings back.Aunt Judynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-25080831425498611132011-04-02T15:16:55.698-04:002011-04-02T15:16:55.698-04:00I have a 2005 Volve bought brand new with 50 miles...I have a 2005 Volve bought brand new with 50 miles on it and I have 114,345 on it now. I love that car and I think I might be buried in it. Or my grandkids will be driving it over my grave, one or the other. Although I just paid $900!!!! for some pressure thingmiajigger to be fixed it has always been really good to me. Be good to your cars they will be good to me. Philosophy extends to children, too. LOL!SaraSadrenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16456196582620878078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-66471088378411853412011-04-02T09:30:23.273-04:002011-04-02T09:30:23.273-04:00LOL awesome story!LOL awesome story!Deep Thinkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16241705545787556164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-3418883338567287192011-04-02T09:20:30.688-04:002011-04-02T09:20:30.688-04:00Volvo owners are a special breed. My first 3 were ...Volvo owners are a special breed. My first 3 were 1970s models - the last finally conked out with over 260k on the odometer. [I have a newish one too but not as much affection for it. Stranded mom with kids is not nearly as fun as being stranded as a teen, open for adventure]. <br /><br />As flippant as this may sound, the Volvo(s) are prima facie evidence of your dad's good character. :) <br /><br />I'm sorry for your loss.krlrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14392064691347464660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-91182600470477378892011-04-02T08:45:25.715-04:002011-04-02T08:45:25.715-04:00I loved this story - in part because it took me ba...I loved this story - in part because it took me back to my childhood. It was poignant and humorous...until the last line. <br /><br />That's when I laughed so hard that tears were streaming down my face!Andihttp://www.doubledoseofspecial.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-10206761238624473242011-04-01T23:05:11.194-04:002011-04-01T23:05:11.194-04:00Thanks for sharing this sweet story. I especially ...Thanks for sharing this sweet story. I especially liked the part about keeping the notebook in the glove compartment and meticulously writing down the mileage with every fill-up; my grandfather and my father did that for years with their own cars.<br /><br />My car is 11 years old and has about 118,000 on it already; I hope it lasts as long as your dad's Volvo!Sabrina Steylinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10502908654294596013noreply@blogger.com