My mum’s car in 1990 Volvo 343

Classic Car Weekly (UK) - - The Way We Were -

I’d only just turned four years old in the spring of 1990, but I vividly re­mem­ber that while dad proudly used his Range Rover through­out the week, the car I’d get dropped off at nurs­ery in was my mum’s light green, X-reg­is­tered Volvo 343. In fact, as far as I’m aware, it’s the first car of any kind I trav­elled in, trans­port­ing me home from Black­pool Vic­to­ria Hospital.

Doubt­less my mum would have been largely un­aware of its Dutch her­itage as a DAFde­vel­oped re­place­ment for the 66. Her one had a fairly con­ven­tional four-speed man­ual gear­box rather than the won­der­fully left-field Var­i­omatic orig­i­nally de­vel­oped for the model.

Even at a very young age I thought the Volvo was a dreary-look­ing ve­hi­cle – ob­vi­ously the fact that it had some early in­put from Tri­umph Spit­fire and Maserati Se­bring de­signer Gio­vanni Mich­e­lotti was lost on me.

In the end the fam­ily out­grew it, to the point where on sev­eral oc­ca­sions I re­mem­ber hav­ing to walk home with a friend’s par­ents be­cause one of my sis­ters had brought a school chum back for tea! It got an un­likely re­place­ment as the Simis­ter fam­ily char­iot in the form of a Land Rover One Ten County Sta­tion Wagon – the 3.5-litre V8 might have been a lot thirstier but our eight-strong brood fit­ted in on longer trips with room to spare.

As far as I know, the Volvo – which was al­ready crum­bling around the whee­larches when we sold it – was scrapped long ago. Shame, be­cause its rear-drive lay­out makes it a favourite with the drift­ing fra­ter­nity these days.

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