Since I was young I liked cars. I would grab every vehicle booklet whenever Dad went to a car dealership. I would go through them and choose every single option I wanted on that vehicle. Now I wonder why we were even at those dealerships because Dad ended up coming home with a well-used 1987 Nissan Stanza wagon! That Stanza taught six kids how to drive while earning the nickname” Spud”. It was shaped kind of like a potato, was just as practical as the humble tuber, and was every bit as bland and uninspiring. Spud had to be push started for two years until we replaced the starter, a repair experience which I still remember as both emotionally and physically scarring. My wife learned the same lessons by driving cars given to her for free. What teenage girl doesn’t want to roll in Bonneville’s, LTDs, and Caprices with rust holes, bearings that catch fire, or engines that diesel so badly the car is still running in the morning? We learned a lot from our cars, and not just how to push start, basic diagnosis and repair, or learning the limits of what a car can and cannot do. So despite a horrible introduction to actually owning cars, my wife and I both still like cars. My kids need to learn these lessons. I need to teach my kids how to deal with disappointment but also how to make the best of it. This Volvo could help teach them to inspire themselves and to appreciate that which is not glamorous or popular. We would give this Volvo a good home and when it meets its end, it will have done so teaching and inspiring another generation to be capable, adaptable car enthusiasts.
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