A friend of mine, perhaps the fastest guy I’ve ever known, had a jones for Volvo Turbo Wagons. At an SCCA race in the late ‘90s, he wound up pitting next to none other than Paul Newman. Newman, it turns out, also had a thing for Volvo Turbo Wagons.
I never understood the appeal. Sure, my friends Turbo Wagon went like hell, but it had all the feedback and response of a La-Z-Boy recliner. It led me to conclude that Volvo wagons are like garlic ice cream: you only need to try them once to know if they’re for you or not. Seattle rapper Grynch penned this love song to his ’86 240 DL Wagon. I get the passion, just not the object it’s directed at.