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| Volvo V70 |
One night a few months ago we were out to dinner with another couple and afterward walked them to their car. They own half a dozen cars, at least 2 of which are what they call “appliance vehicles:” a minivan and a wagon. The rest are collector cars, antiques. (Well, one is a Studebaker pickup, so that kind of straddles the line.) But on that particular evening they’d brought the wagon, a Volvo V70. After they drove off Frieda said: “We should get a car like that.” We had 3 cars already, but they were all 2-seaters and the newest one was 30 years old, so it didn’t seem a bad idea to add a vehicle to our fleet that could be used to pick someone up at the airport and still have room for their luggage; something we could fit another couple in, along with our collie; something that, if we folded the seats down, would haul a few 8’ 2x4s or the 8’ long fluorescent tubes that illumine our garage; in short, a practical vehicle, a vehicle that didn’t have to be coddled but could just be used.
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| Mazda Protege5 |
I saw one in the Auto Trader and called. The guy said he couldn’t meet me that day, but I could drive by and look at it. Cosmetically it looked fine, but it had 150K miles on it. He was asking $4200. The next day when I called him back he said it was sold. It took a while before I saw another one within a reasonable distance. It had 96K and they were asking $6500. Frieda said that was too much. I thought about it for a couple of days and then called the guy anyway. He said it was sold. I began to realize that a) these cars didn’t come up for sale that often and, b) when they did, you had to jump on it because they usually sold within 48 hours. I told Frieda that, if she really wanted a car like this, we were going to have to pay at least $6K to get something decent, something with less than 100K miles. After getting her grudging agreement, I started checking Craig’s List on a daily basis, looking for the lowest mileage Protege5 I could find, but weeks went by and the only ones that came up were farther away than I wanted to go, and most of them had over 100K miles.
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| Volvo P1800 |
I was beginning to feel frustrated when Frieda said she’d seen something on a used car lot nearby that might work for us. I found photos of the car online. It was the smaller Volvo wagon, the V40, with 77K miles; a nice looking car, not as sporty as the Mazda, but clean and smooth, almost elegant. According to Wikipedia it won an Italian award for “Most Beautiful Estate in the World.” (“Estate” is the European term for a wagon.) It was also the first car to be awarded a 4 star safety rating by EuroNCAP. I had long admired and aspired to own a Volvo P1800, last produced in 1973, the car that holds the Guinness world record for most miles driven at close to 3 million but, in a concession to practicality, I thought, perhaps I’ll have to make do with this one. The reviews online weren’t as good as the Japanese cars but were better than the German ones. The lot offering it just happened to be the same one where our friends had bought their Volvo wagon a few years back, so I knew it was reputable.
I took the car for a test drive and there was nothing to complain about. It was tight and smooth. Not gobs of power, but adequate. With leather, power everything, ac, a sun roof, it had all the modern comforts and conveniences our vintage sports cars lacked, including a defogger that actually worked. It was boring to drive, of course, but that was the point. It insulated you from everything, including the driving experience. It was a quiet cocoon in which you floated down the highway. Only one thing bothered me. Every so often an odd twittering and chirping emanated from the dash, as if a family of electronic birds had nested there. The salesman pled ignorance and I was reluctant to buy the car without knowing.
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| Volvo V40 |
So I took it to a Volvo specialist and, after giving it a clean bill of health in every other respect, he told me the sounds were being produced by an aftermarket stealth radar detector. Apparently this had been installed at considerable expense as there were tiny holes drilled into the sides of the instrument binnacle with red LEDs that flickered in concert with the chirping. Back at the lot I told the salesman I liked the car, except for the aviary in the dash. Could he quash it? Alas, no, he said. It would have to go to a specialist. He offered an extra discount instead. The sticker on the windshield said $7950. I paid $6250.
That afternoon we took it to Pet Pals and just happened to park next to a Protege5. Looking at the 2 cars side-by-side Frieda said: “The Mazda is too small. The V40 is just the right size for us.”
The twittering can still be annoying at times, barraging you in an overbearing way with too many indecipherable messages, but the other day I was cruising along when it went into a chirping paroxysm and when I looked around, sure enough, there was a CHP ahead parked on the other side of the road, so maybe it’s not all bad. Frieda says she has come to find it endearing, like R2D2 is in the cockpit trying to communicate with her. Consequently she’s dubbed the car “R2.”






