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What Happens When The Prius Conquers Berkeley? Volvo Valhalla!

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Berkeley and its nearby East Bay cities (including Alameda) have long been inhabited by legions of folks who swear the Volvo 200 series was the Best Car Ever Made. You'd have to pry their cold, dead fingers from the ignition key of that beloved mustard-yellow 245 or brick-red DL before they'd give up driving their lefty-bumper-sticker-bedecked Swedish bricks (at 49MPH in the fast lane)... that is, until the Prius arrived. Once a bulletproof hybrid Toyota enters the stable, paying Sven the Volvo Mechanic $1,800 every six months to fix a car that gets 18 MPG no longer seems like the bargain it once was... and thus begins the long tow-truck ride to the junkyards of Oakland and Hayward.

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As a result, you'll find that a huge percentage of the import-car sections at East Bay wrecking yards is comprised of Volvo 200s. This reality was a huge factor in the decision to go with a Volvo 240 as a 24 Hours of LeMons hopeful, since parts are laughably easy to find (we'd considered a Datsun Z, but you're lucky to find even one Z at a big self-service yard these days). To illustrate my point, I photographed many of the Volvo 200s I saw at one such yard last weekend.


And, as an added bonus, here's an Amazon that survived a good 40 years before becoming a parts donor.


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hooniversejeff
Jeff Glucker

Riding, and driving, we search across the dolos

The snow, and wind, has frozen engines of past volvos

But we ride...

...We drive

Many days ago we left our homes

With swords to drive into the night

Driving side by side to destroy the Prius'

And leave them without life

We stop, consider the land that we travelled

Our garmin's at home, direction unravelled

But we ride...

...We ride

Many days ago we left our homes

With swords to drive into the night

Fighting side by side to destroy the Prius'

And leave them without life

So much time has passed since we left our land

That we've become concerned

And we'll never find the battlefield

That we should have fought and won

But we won't stop searching

Lost but still we drive

Search until we die

We ride

We drive

Hungry and tired the frigid junkyard yeilds little

We trudge on further, eating pride and metal that's brittle

We ride

We drive

We come upon a mechanic who takes us in

To let us share his mighty fire

He asks of us our story and we lie and say

We drive around for hire

He asks us if we'd like to have his map

And points us in some direction

But we are far too proud and strong so we keep silent

And ignore his suggestion

Lost but still we drive

Search until we die

All the fault of pride

The gods weep in the night

Lost but still we drive

Search until we die

All the fault of pride

The gods weep in the night

We ride

We drive

(if you can tell me who sings this I will be shocked... I didnt change it that much)