Even a little bit "stitious"?
Growing up, my dad always had slate grey or white cars. Slate grey beetles, Slate grey Volvo 133, Slate grey 911, White volvo 145. Other than the occasional flat tire, they always worked.
Enter 1981, and the Beautiful BLUE volvo 265 for my mother. (something like this picture- we had round headlights)
I was 11, and my dad was in his prime. We tested BMW's, Mercedes, Audi's, and Volvos. I was a fan for the Volvo for it's electric windows. The AC blew ice cold. T'was a dream boat.
"The windows are something called a gimmick" dad muttered, however, the wagon was the plushest of the rides. It had overdrive. It just felt right. The others had a germanic cold sterile feeling. The volvo was home.
Mom loved it. So did I. Two out of three won out against my dad's good judgment, although his hesitation was evident.
Then, idyllic life crumbled. Best I recall, the Six cylinder engine blew two or three heads. My mother hit everything known to man in it. This car became a thorn in the side and a drain on their marriage.
Dad should've bought the Overlook Hotel. He'd have done better. I remember him changing the head, for the 3rd or 4rth time, after their divorce, digging under the hood of a truly toxic car he couldn't part with.
In the end, he parted with it for $500. In the end, I love that shade of Blue, especially on P-cars, but hell if I will ever own a Blue volvo wagon.
To this day, I own white cars. Knock on wood.
I saw a newer Blue wagon for sale today . Deep down wanted it, but passed it by.
Superstitious?
That car ruined our lives!!!!!
Yup.