Jefferson Martin

Jefferson Martin

Musings about old Volvos and the meaning of life.

The Shazzam School

We have re-entered the Rococo age of automobile design, I think. As a disclaimer, my favorite car of all times is a Volvo 240 – a car sympathetically described as a Kleenex box on wheels. These days I putter down the road in my 240 in a state of Bauhaus bliss gazing at oncoming autos

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One Year On….

Annus Mirabilis. Get your mind out of the gutter! The title of this post is actually a translation from the Latin as “wonderful year” and has little to do with pressed hams against yellow school bus windows or anything remotely resembling Kurt Vonnegut’s radial bum sketches. And, boy, what a great year it has been.

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Test Driving Me

I am still trying to wake up from my drive from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh and back yesterday. The six hundred mile adventure for a business meeting offered a chance to test drive Moose the 240 Volvo after his dashboard teardown to replace a failed heater fan motor. Everything was fine. The trip was also a

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