
The one true Volvo...
My Dad had a 144S. A family tradition was that he would take us (me and two brothers) out for a drive on a Sunday morning to give Mum a break. Often this could be a pleasant drive through the country only spoilt by 'us' arguing over whose turn it was to sit in the front, watching the odometer with eagle eyes for when the designated 10 miles was up. Other times the drive would last as little as 10 minutes before an impromptu stop; up would go the bonnet and out would come the toolkit - a wooden handled screwdriver that I think my brother still has to this day - and my Dad would be intently listening down the shaft of the screwdriver to each carburettor in turn, trying to get the timing between them matched.
Some times the magic screwdriver did the trick first time, some days not. I, for the life of me, could never hear the difference before or after. :-)
The car was lovely to ride in as a kid - very comfy. Only real problem was that the seats were vinyl covered and therefore could sometimes be painfully hot on a summer's day - especially as small boys only wore shorts not long trousers in those days! Still, jumpers for goalposts and all that.