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I was 10 years out sitting in the backseat of my mom’s brand new Volvo 850 Turbo wagon driving from Pittsburgh to Deep Creek Lake, Maryland. On this boring stretch of Route 119 we would always take down there, this older gentleman in his white Ford Tempo was driving under the speed limit in the right lane. I mean, my

I-65 between Indy and Gary. Shitty road surface, nothing but fields, and you end up in Gary of all places at the end of it.

Holy shit does that sound GOOD!

Volvo 850 wagon all day.