1984 Nov - Born in Göteborg, Sveden
1985 - I wake up in Seattle, WA, US. It rains lots here but my owner keeps me garaged at night. Hey, I can see Canada from my house!
1989 - Owner has new baby. Its a girl!
2000 - I am still in Seattle. Still same owner too. I notice a few of my brothers on the road and in the parking lots are starting to show their age. Sadly, I sometimes even catch a glimpse of them in the graveyard. Cracked dashes, bumps and bruises, faded paint. I guess I am lucky that I get brought inside at night.
2005 Jan - Although I have a teeney bruise on my front bumper, I'm still bright blue all over! All I need is some new shoes and maybe a transfusion (it's been a while) since I am feeling a bit rundown of late).
2005 Jul - Oh no... the baby girl is starting to grind my gears. Why is she always in such a hurry?
2006 - Wow, I just lost my spot in the garage to a young one. She may look a little smoother, and has a VOLVO badge, but I've got more class.
2007 Dec - I love the snow but all this rain sucks and I'm feeling a little arthritic. It's rather embarrassing, but I have started drooling all over myself too.
2008 Oct - Hellowww! I may not look like it, but I am hurting on the inside. You know, I really could use a walk every now and then. And would someone PLEASE open my hood?
2009 May - Well, I don't know what just happened. Some owner who sort of looks like a cave man was waking me up along side the road. I know he saw me drooling all over the place but I could tell he admired my almost perfect coat and uncracked dash. He shook my owner's hand and now Seattle is in my rear view mirror. What' s with all these trees? Where did Canada go?
2009 June - The caveman has fat clumsy fingers, a foul mouth, and doesn't seem very smart, but at least he listens to me. With a frown frozen on his face (though maybe it's just his unibrow), and blood dripping from his knuckles, he gives me some new rings and belts from a box of IPD, and FCP. It took forever but at least I'm not drooling anymore!
2009 July - Hey is that another box of FCP? He must have heard me grinding my teeth last time we were out for a walk.
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1985 245 NA, wanna-be dogmobile
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