Imagine that you are a well-to-do Seattle-ite with a decent haul of cash in your pocket and you want a car. Of course you aren't going to buy something 'Merican because they are uncouth, Japanese are just too common, and German cars are overpriced, so you head to your nearest Volvo dealer and start to see what $30k will get you. You tell the dealer that you want something with the spaciousness of a wagon, 5-speed manual trans with an automatic mode for traffic/drag strips, a V8 grumble, at least one turbocharger, fuel economy of a 4-banger, convenience of a 4-door, style of a 2-door, classic looks, and it should double as a track day car when needed. Without missing a beat, the dealer walks you over to some behemoth with Xs or Cs in its name followed by a few numbers and promises this will do the trick.
They tested this thing on the Thorsburgring in Sweden, its faster than a Ferrari. He even manages to get you seated in finance office negotiating dollars before your phone rings.
Drat, its those guys from the Daily Turismo. They always call at the most inopportune times.
What, did you get locked out of your mobile home again? A man speaking through Dorito crumbs on the other end of the line tells you
I've found the car you need...well...actually its five cars. The financier's guest chair is still spinning as you hit the road.
All Volvos are tips from FuelTruck.
