Re: The Confessions of a Volvo Fanatic thread (hystericstarlight)
Great thread! I can't believe no one has replied yet.
Yes yes yes...
My name is kowalski and I am a Volvoholic. (applause..."we love you kowalski!")
On several occasions whilst strolling and talking through Golden Gate Park with my girlfriend, one of our favorite things to do, I have often subconsciously walked in an odd direction away from our intended path toward what turns out to be a Volvo of some sort. Usually an old 240, 140, 120 or 544. There are many in this city.
Some time ago when welcoming my friends to the DC area as students for the semester, I was given the task of showing them around in my plucky little 240. Everywhere we went, I identified Volvos of all sorts from the thickets of traffic that course through the burbs. It got so bad that upon returning home to Wiconsin, one of them was subconsciously identifying them in her everyday tasks. It got so bad for her she called me to thank me for spreading the disease.
My girlfriend, has expressed on numerous occasions to our other friends that she does not fear my eyes wandering over other women's...ahem...assets because she knows if my head turns, it's to check out a box on wheels or other neat toy.
(hangs head...admits addiction...more claps..."we still love you kowalski." Facilitator, "Now who wants to share next?")
Great thread! I can't believe no one has replied yet.
Quote, originally posted by hystericstarlight » |
Quote, originally posted by hystericstarlight » |
We park beside other Volvos when we get the chance (don't try to deny it, we all do), we spend hours gazing at Volvos. |
Quote, originally posted by hystericstarlight » |
2. I was sitting outside Starbucks this afternoon with my mother and had a view of the highway. I was identifying every single Volvo I saw on the highway. 3. Yesterday I parked in a parking lot with my red 850 Turbo wagon. Not too far away I saw a red 850 Turbo sedan so I just had to re-park next to it. |
Yes yes yes...
My name is kowalski and I am a Volvoholic. (applause..."we love you kowalski!")
On several occasions whilst strolling and talking through Golden Gate Park with my girlfriend, one of our favorite things to do, I have often subconsciously walked in an odd direction away from our intended path toward what turns out to be a Volvo of some sort. Usually an old 240, 140, 120 or 544. There are many in this city.
Some time ago when welcoming my friends to the DC area as students for the semester, I was given the task of showing them around in my plucky little 240. Everywhere we went, I identified Volvos of all sorts from the thickets of traffic that course through the burbs. It got so bad that upon returning home to Wiconsin, one of them was subconsciously identifying them in her everyday tasks. It got so bad for her she called me to thank me for spreading the disease.
My girlfriend, has expressed on numerous occasions to our other friends that she does not fear my eyes wandering over other women's...ahem...assets because she knows if my head turns, it's to check out a box on wheels or other neat toy.
(hangs head...admits addiction...more claps..."we still love you kowalski." Facilitator, "Now who wants to share next?")