Eventually, when I got my learner’s permit, I drove around that car with her. I took it to pass my driving test, because it was the only car we owned that had a handbrake. Sure, it was slow as watching paint dry (I don’t think she had the turbo version), but it sounded great, as five-cylinder engines usually do. And it was surprisingly light around tight corners.

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Eventually, the old Volvo started to die more and more frequently, so my grandmother traded it in for a Honda CR-V. It’s probably safer for her, but there are still days where I miss that Volvo. Yes, it wasn’t particularly engaging to drive, but not all cars need to be speed-, cornering-, grip-demons.

Sometimes they can be nice, passable cars that you drive around in with your grandma.