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Well, I think it's safe to say that the only people that understand Volvo owners are Volvo owners. We are the only ones that can look at a 240 and tell just from the headlights about what year the car is from. We are the only ones that turn our heads when another Volvo (especially a 240) of similar or older vintage goes down the street (except for the 1800s, everyone turns to look at those)...
But, that said, most of these Honda driving "pretty boys" will loose their cars one way or another. Having just graduated from high school, I can't tell you how many times I would hear about one of those rice machines being stolen, broken into, or involved in horrible accidents. I was one of the few people at school that drove a 240, and I easily drove the oldest one (the '80). I was also the only student that drove a wagon. When I was driving the '77, it was one of the oldest cars in the entire lot... but no one except for me knew that.
Sure, some people made jokes about my "grandpa" car, but I would simply say, one of the following:
"Hey, I like your bus pass! Is it one of the new green ones? Those things are shiny!"
"When your car reaches 400,000 miles, then talk to me about my 'grandpa' car."
"About a year from now, when your supped up car blows up in your face, I'll still be driving this thing."
"Your car may be new and all, but do you feel safe parking it anywhere around here? If I'm a perspective thief, I would break into your car before mine."
"Hey man, a ride is a ride."
For the most part though, people respected my Volvo, if not for the 8-TRACK player, for the high mileage. (Many people also learned that Volvo did indeed make stick shifts. It's surprising how many people think there are no stick shift Volvo). Everyone couldn't have hated my Volvo anyway, since they were always asking for rides...
All in all, we are the only people that understand us, and that's how it's always going to be. It's just fine that way.
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