You should buy this car. But don't buy it for yourself, buy it for me.
My dad is terrific. My van is now in the body shop, having its dents and dings knocked out and smoothed over because of the accident I mentioned, but purposely didn't expound on, here. Superdad and I were prepared to deal with the situation: he by begging rides to and from work and me by cramming one super large car seat and two boosters into the back of Superdad's Toyota Camry. It wasn't a fun prospect, but we'd survive.
Then along came Dad. Officially retired yet still driving press cars and writing car reviews, managed to snag this bad boy for Superdad and me to have for the week my van is supposed to be in the body shop. Isn't that nice of Daddy-kins? With the Volvo sitting so majestically in my driveway, I don't think I want my van back.
I've already pleaded my case to Superdad. He thinks our Chrysler Town & Country is more practical and spacious. He's right. But I still want the Volvo XC90, impracticality and all.
Personally I think he's still secretly harboring resentment towards me since I talked him into buying the practical and less expensive Camry last spring instead of his top choice: the Volvo S60.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure Dennis Kucinich has a better chance of being elected president in 2008 than I do of owning the XC90 within the next few years.