She’s Screwed Again
They had to haul her out in full view of my snickering neighbours. That old bitch of a Volvo wouldn’t start this afternoon, and the mechanic seems to think it’s something wrong with her fuel pump or something, but he had to tow it to the workshop.
Shit happens, but when it happens to a Volvo, then it’s SHIT happening, ‘cos you’re basically on you own with your local mechanic, ‘cos God only gave us 2 kidneys and we’d need to sell both to be able to pay the bill if we took it to the official Volvo dealers.
Why do I drive a Volvo, I keep asking myself. For the safety. Very safe these Swedish bricks. Stands to reason, after all how many accidents can you get involved in when you’re unable to go anywhere ‘cos your car’s in the workshop (again) ?
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That, my friend, is a very good point!
I may have told you this story before, forgive if I have… My daughter and her boyfriend were in Arizona. It was time to come back to Pennsylvania. They decided to do so in a Volvo. It broke down in EVERY STATE between AZ and PA.
But those new, sleek-looking black Volvo station wagons? I think they look awesome.
Sorry for your renal problem, Mate.