I have wanted a Volvo since I was 17 years old. Kinda surprising really, since aesthetically speaking a Volvo is a box on wheels and I don't normally find that interesting; but I was always attracted to their safety record and for some reason the boxiness of it appealed to me.

I had one virtually in my grasp; it was just two doors down and had been for sale since I moved back up here. So, for nearly 3 1/2 years I have been coveting that little blue box-on-wheels and in just a couple more months I could've scraped together the money to buy it...but no more. Just a short time ago I saw it drive out of my life.

I'm devastated. I never took a picture of it (cuz I didn't think I'd need to) but I found it's mate online. I keep looking over at it's former home, hoping that I was wrong and they are bringing it back; but alas...

 

P.S. If you bought my Volvo then you suck and I hate you. But if you bring it back then all will be forgiven.

(If you are confused by the title, "Volvo" is Latin for "I roll.")