Friends,
I may have mentioned a couple days ago that I thought the 1956 Volvo Sport was the Sexiest Car in the World. Clearly some have taken notice, as not two days later, my Miniature Racecar™ decided to stop running while I was down in the land that everyone but festivals and dirt has forgotten. Were the little car’s feelings hurt and do little cars even have feelings? This is surely becoming a sibling rivalry amongst the cast off children of the Ford Motor Corporation.
Will even more mechanical drama present itself if I dare mention the death of Mazda and Volvo’s long lost club-footed aunt Mercury today? Isn’t this just too much to take?