All hail the mighty station wagon.
I WONDER WHAT all the fuss is about when asking who should die first in an autonomous vehicle crash. I would assume the autonomous vehicle makes no mistakes, so it must do just three things: 1) stay legal; 2) stay safe (no sacrificing of the vehicle occupants); and 3) stay in its own lane (no swerving into oncoming traffic to avoid a collision). If another vehicle or a pedestrian is hit, then it was probably the other person’s fault. This is no different than what happens now except that a human driver might overturn a bus and kill innocent people rather than simply hitting the idiot who cut him off.
After doing everything possible to make BMWs hideous, Chris Bangle is now unconstrained in his bizarre visions, and I wish you wouldn’t enable him by giving his Redspace nonsense coverage. Well, maybe if you planned on having an April Fools’ Day issue. Thanks and aside from this, keep up the good work!
Jamie Kitman’s Volvo wagon reunion drive story (January 2018) brought back memories of my Volvo 122 sedan. I enjoyed the reference to an old Volvo fitted with aircraft lights. In fact, having traded the Volvo for a brand-new Datsun 510 with quad headlamps, it was a perfect fit to use 13-volt aircraft landing lights as high beams. The filament looked like it was a half-inch in diameter, and the white beam was fantastic, about 250 watts, straight from the 1969 J.C. Whitney catalog. I was a reporter crisscrossing central New Jersey each night. Kitman surely remembers that for mods like this it meant removing them every year for New Jersey inspection and then putting them back.
I agree that station wagons are really one of if not the most successful all-time vehicular compromises for achieving optimal form, fit, and function. Where is the safety factor in having a high center of gravity as seen in virtually all sport utility vehicles and crossovers? Is it really more desirable to roll over instead of skid?
I’ve had a 15-passenger van, three convertibles, two station wagons, and about 10 sedans over the years with varying degrees of appreciation. Most were either purchased as performance models and/or modified for such. Of all those vehicles, my 2006 Dodge Magnum V-8 with all-wheel drive makes me happiest. I might never replace it because there hasn’t been anything to match or better it in the marketplace in the last 10 years. My wish is for FCA or anyone to come out with a modernized version of the old Dodge Magnum.
It was with utter delight that I read Jamie Kitman’s column and superb article about the Volvo wagon armada. That so many owners volunteered to attend the event does not surprise. And the V90 is one of the most beautiful wagons ever made—second only, perhaps, to the 1800 ES, which is timelessly gorgeous.
I was especially thrilled to see a
V50 in attendance. The V50 is so rare that to see another is a small thrill. Of all that I’ve seen, mine is the only one with a manual transmission. Experiencing not one mechanical or other problem during the entire trip speaks well to Volvo’s reliability.
Thank you all for producing such a fine magazine and pressing the readership to at least think about getting a wagon.
When are automobile manufacturers going to get the hint about station wagons? I drooled at the ones pictured in the January issue. Look at the percentage of wagons on the road in Europe. Not many SUVs but gobs of wagons.
Regardless of interior volume or center of gravity—or what Europeans drive—an SUV’s configuration offers a number of advantages over its wagon relative. Cars are an emotional purchase. People should be free to drive what they want without being told they should be driving something else. And to me, attempting to resolve #No Boring Cars with #Volvo Station Wagon is a bit of a stretch. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Grants Pass, Oregon
NOT ALL LOVE
Jamie Kitman just can’t seem to control himself. Yet again we have another not-so-thinly veiled shot at the conservative right (“Keeping the Faith,” January 2018). I’m proudly conservative and a subscriber since the very first issue of Automobile.
I have no wish to pay to read someone’s anti-conservative screed. I get more than enough of that for free on TV and in the papers. Maybe one of you can explain it to him: If he insults subscribers, they are not going to renew. If they don’t renew, the magazine has less money to pay Kitman. Maybe if he hears it from his colleagues, he’ll get it through his tax-hiking, government-expanding, latte-drinking, sushi-eating, Volvodriving, New York Times-reading, body-piercing, Hollywood-loving, left-wing freak show head.
Brooklyn, New York