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....and he likes original and pricey Volvo bling-bling....and premium gasoline...for his whopping 98 horses...and lots of TLC. I have such a spoiled car. Hello everyone, I have haunted this forum for quite awhile, and learned quite a bit form all of you. I look forward to giving something back too.....it might be the equivalent of a half-eaten sammich and a coke with back-wash, but I promise I'll give back! LOL. Just kidding about the sammich 
I am the second owner of a Glacier Blue 1982 245GL with B21-F MPG with nearly 300,000 (current)miles on the original and unopened engine. I purchased it from the original owner who was an anal-retentive (in a good way) Navy Submarine Captain in Washington State. He bought it new one month after it arrived in America, and took religious care of it until the day I bought it with 157,000 miles on the clock. The car came complete with a big box with every single receipt for every single thing that happened to the car...including every 3000 mile oil change. I was stunned. I continued with his obsession, and now the Swed Steed has a complete medical history covering almost every 200 series malady. All of these "maladys" are documented from first symptom to diagnosis to resolution. I found out quickly that a Volvo obsession can be as addictive as a drug habit, and twice as expensive....not that I would know, of course...about the drug thing....
The Steed and I have been through many coast-to-coast adventures...including that time I was driving through one of those Washington State mountain passes when a blizzard blew in....and I didn't have any snow chains...or snow tires....the snow was so thick that even in the headlights, you couldn't see more than ten feet past the hood....it was like someone had taped a big sheet of white paper across the whole windshield....since this is a long story, I'll fast forward to the part where the unshod Volvo and I heroically navigate past and around all the other cars that were huddled in the fetal position along the sides of the road crying for their mommies. When I reached the other side of the pass, the state patrol had set up a road block to keep traffic from going up the pass. As I approached, one of the officers waved me over. After looking my Volvo over very carefully for snow tires or chains, he put his face in mine, and told me that he should write me a ticket, but since I was ALREADY through the pass without chains or snow tires, that I could continue. I saw him walk back to his partner, and as he did so, he was pointing at my Volvo and gesticulating toward the snowy mountain I had just come down. Volvo got some serious props from the cops on that day!
I look forward to trading Volvo remedies with all of you.
I am the second owner of a Glacier Blue 1982 245GL with B21-F MPG with nearly 300,000 (current)miles on the original and unopened engine. I purchased it from the original owner who was an anal-retentive (in a good way) Navy Submarine Captain in Washington State. He bought it new one month after it arrived in America, and took religious care of it until the day I bought it with 157,000 miles on the clock. The car came complete with a big box with every single receipt for every single thing that happened to the car...including every 3000 mile oil change. I was stunned. I continued with his obsession, and now the Swed Steed has a complete medical history covering almost every 200 series malady. All of these "maladys" are documented from first symptom to diagnosis to resolution. I found out quickly that a Volvo obsession can be as addictive as a drug habit, and twice as expensive....not that I would know, of course...about the drug thing....
The Steed and I have been through many coast-to-coast adventures...including that time I was driving through one of those Washington State mountain passes when a blizzard blew in....and I didn't have any snow chains...or snow tires....the snow was so thick that even in the headlights, you couldn't see more than ten feet past the hood....it was like someone had taped a big sheet of white paper across the whole windshield....since this is a long story, I'll fast forward to the part where the unshod Volvo and I heroically navigate past and around all the other cars that were huddled in the fetal position along the sides of the road crying for their mommies. When I reached the other side of the pass, the state patrol had set up a road block to keep traffic from going up the pass. As I approached, one of the officers waved me over. After looking my Volvo over very carefully for snow tires or chains, he put his face in mine, and told me that he should write me a ticket, but since I was ALREADY through the pass without chains or snow tires, that I could continue. I saw him walk back to his partner, and as he did so, he was pointing at my Volvo and gesticulating toward the snowy mountain I had just come down. Volvo got some serious props from the cops on that day!
I look forward to trading Volvo remedies with all of you.
