But sadly, no Matel or Matchbox held his misunderstood wagon. Mat went home, playing with the tape and cardboard station wagon'd hot wheels sedans he had done.

At 16, while other kids wouldn't be caught dead near a volvo, Matt foamed at the mouth for the little child hauler. He paraded around town in his drivers permit and mom's Volvo Station Wagon, reveling in the stares of the girls.. as they laughed on the inside at the site of a Texas boy in his mom's station wagon. But, Matt rode on, daring to race any 5.0 Mustang that came in site, thinking his invincible wagon could take em all.

At age 17, the wagon was seeing it's last days. Matt spent many days in his room, in the dark corner, with his wagonized hotwheels, waiting to hear back from the Mechanics. The Volvo was in for a blown head gasket, and Matt knew this could be the end. When the phone rang, Matt jumped out of his disparity and grabbed the phone, only to realize it was just a wrong number. Matt's heart sunk..

Later that night Matt's parents came home, shaking their heads. The Volvo could not be fixed, it's costs were too high. Matt went to his room, in a fit of heart broken rage, ripping down the Volvo photos on the walls and cursing at the Swedish gods.

That day, Matt said goodbye to his buddy, the Volvo station wagon. Nobody could understand them, but they were happy.

10 years later, Matt all grown up in his days. Strumming across the interwebs falls upon a site for his akey breaky Volvo heart. An Austinite selling their Volvo, could this be? It was piss yellow, just like his parents! While it didn't have the drive safely sticker on the bumper, and the wheels were jacked off some show-boating turbo Volvo, it beckoned to Matt.

A weekend later, and 300 miles of highway, Matt gets to relive his teenage hood. The girls still give him awkward stares, and the 5.0 Mustangs may just still be faster if the trailer park treated them well, but Matt scoots on, reveling in the day that he gets to drive HIS Volvo Station Wagon.

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