Just as I was leaving for a mission to Africa, my youngest calls me from Billings, MT (I am in eastern South Dakota), "Dad, there is this really cool Volvo station wagon for sale, do you want me to go look at it to see if we (read you) want to buy it?" "Do you know what model it is," I say, while beginning to hyperventilate. "The guy said something about Amazon or whatever," my rather wonderful son says. While eyes are twirling and head is spinning, I reply, "Sure, go and look at it, but really look for rust!!" About two hours later..."Hey Dad, there is no rust in this car!!" "Are you really certain?" I reply with some skeptisism. "No, really Dad," my intelligent, fantastic son says, "no rust at all!!" So, just as I am about to leave, we (read me) are now the proud owner of a rust-free, cream colored, 1968 Amazon wagon, which my grandson (who is one year old) loves to drive in my son's driveway. (Wish I could quickly figure out how to add a picture). Now I can't wait to get home to see this vision of Swedish pulcritud-ness. I just have to keep in mind that the '68 1800S up on jack stands comes first...

Kent

Too much iron, too little time
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Kent - too much iron, too little time