We had had Volvos for years and my driving was getting less and less . I wanted a car that I had to drive and felt alive in . But what , I was reading the Times color supplement, on the rear page was a picture of a son with a red parked mog next to a pond and a windmill Saying dad can I drive your Volvo . I went up the Volvo dealers and they tried to flog me another . Went up to John Macs he had a 4/4 4 seater and a 6 month old 4/4 with 600 miles on . On asking them they had purchased the 4 seater and put a deposit down on a +8.
I set out a yes and no on the mog there was a load of no's and a few yes's . So I went up to his garage he gave me a ride in and old +8 it had been used on the track the passengers seat was fixed, so my feet was a long way off the bulkhead . He shot like a bat out of hell up the road after a few mile shot in a bit of spare road and hit the brakes. My arse slipped on the leather and I shot under the seatbelt my feet to fare away from the bulk head to stop me . The seatbelt almost strangled me , John Mac could not stop laughing . I got in the 4/4 to see if I fit . Sold the Volvo to the agent and went for the mog . The most memorabil thing was watching the bonnet going up and down . The mog gives me a buzz that no other car can .
