| Pete's vehicles: Doing it right since November 16, 1998. |
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| Nope. I don't own a Jag. But I wish I HAD this XJR. |
| I started my solo-driving career at the normal age of 16 for Floridians. So when that day finally came, my ever-prudent mother made the decision that the first year or so, would be spent in relative safety. To me, this translated into, "We're putting you into a rolling-steel hamster-cage." |
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| In retrospect, the idea for the ultimate iron tank on tires was rather intelligent. It certainly kept me alive. Honestly, that volvo did not teach bad driving habits. The foremost example of which, was speeding. You can't speed long enough in a car to get caught, that nearly cries at speeds above 65mph. Also, it didn't teach me stupid cornering techniques. This was a result of excessive body-roll due in part to spongy suspension. |
| The one thing the Volvo had, was character. Everyone loved the Volvo. I loved it for it's practicality. <The cargo space was awesome> It always perfomed fabulously in the rain. The 9 people <Melissa S, Carina S, Megan K, Kendal B, Alisha L, Gordon, Brandon M, Dale D, and MYSELF> it took home one night when everyone except me <I was stone sober> was too drunk to drive. But then in October of 1999, it began to have problems. |
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| This is my Volvo |
| Wankel Rotary Engine Model |
| Wankel Rotary Engine Model |
| The root of the problem was the transmission. The primary but less serious problem resulted from its inability to upshift into the 4th gear overdrive. The more severe problem was caused by the loss of the tranny mounts. This caused the gearbox to slip down a small distance, tear a seal, and crack the odometer cable fitting. So now I had a 3-speed station wagon, which dripped transmission fluid like a sieve. Needless to say I was rather displeased. |
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| Loading up cargo. |
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