Weird post, but what the hell. I've always loved Volvos, but got re-acquainted with that love--okay, lust--after buying my brand new 17 year-old 850. I go out once or twice a week and Armor All the thing. I look at it out the window at work. I park it in the driveway nose out, so it appears to be ready to pounce when I'm ready to drive.
I look for other Volvos on the way to work, and am amazed how few I see in San Antonio. My 35-mile commute rarely reveals more than 10 or 12. I've been to both of San Antonio's Pick-n-Pull auto graveyards and looked at all the Volvos, noting the ones I could pull parts from if I need to. I check out craigslist almost every day as if I could afford to buy another. I look at Brickboard's Gallery, ogling with amusement...and longing...all the Volvos other have owned and loved.
So I just wonder if this kind of behavior is anywhere normal...or just plain whack.