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Had a mint Alfa 75 turbo Italian import that was rear ended at 70mph whilst I was stationary in motorway roadworks by a dozy bint applying make up, she ended up in what was left of my back seat. Needed a car quick so I replaced it with a Volvo S70 turbo which was soul destroying to drive, fairly ok in a straight line on the motorway but for anything else I hated it, lasted 5 weeks before I moved it on to buy a mint mk2 scirocco on twin Webber’s (so much fun) which lasted 3years before hitting a shitload of gravel dumped from a faulty farmers trailer.
So Volvo S70t, shit car.
I was lucky and walked/stretchered away with both collarbones fractured, compression fractures in cervical vertebrae and internal bruising, prob due to the 4 point harness and Corbeau seat, hate to think what would’ve happened if my Alfa was fitted with the standard seatbelt/seats though, The daft bint on the other hand didn’t walk away.
Having already pressed 'quote' I was going to say that surely she ended up in a box, and you were lucky you didn't too. What a horrendous experience.
That's twice the BX has come up now so I think I must have been lucky with my one, a 1.9TRS petrol estate, as I ran that to over 100,000 miles with only very minor issues - the worst being the need to replace some of the suspension pipework as it approach 100,000 miles. I loved that car, especially as I got it very cheap (it was my Dad's company car and was sold to me for something like £3K at 3 years old).
I ran a Citroen Xsara Picasso for a while. The design was bizzare. The only way you could tell which end was the front was by checking which way the seats were facing.
MY Grandfather ordered a 1750 Maxi in Harvest Gold upon his retirement. After waiting for it for ages, the dealer rang to say that it had been delivered but was the wrong colour. Spitting feathers, Grandfather took the Blue Maxi and moaned about it ever after. AND saw, later, on a service, a Harvest Gold Maxi 1750 in the same garage with a reg not more than a couple of digits away from his. The ruddy dealer had given/been bribed, whatever, to sell the gold car to someone else. Grandfather nearly died of anger...
Sadly it was not his 'last' car - for some stupid reason he bought an Allegro as the last car. I had to rig a volume enhancer box for the indicator bleeper to deal with his increasing deafness. By then he was a danger to all on the road anyway.
Father ran a Maxi for a while, coachwork in 'bum brown', as he described it. The front wheel fell off in Cornwall. Fortunately it was the nearside one. Had it been the offside we would have ended up in the Helford River.
They were extraordinarily spacious, I guess by virtue of having a wheel at each corner. Except the front nearside one, of course.
I still see one locally occasionally.