As if owning a Volvo wasn't sweet enough, when I was reading Fear and Loathing: On The Campaign Trail '72 the other night, I learned that my favorite author did as well.

As evidenced by this passage:
"It was shortly after dawn, as I recall, when i straggled into Washington just ahead of the rush-hour, government-worker car-pool traffic boiling up from the Maryland suburbs... humping along in the slow lane on US Interstate 70S like a crippled steel ****-ant; dragging a massive orange U-haul trailer full of books and "important papers"... feeling painfully slow and helpless because the Volvo was never made for this kind of work.
It's a quick little beast and one of the best ever built for rough-road, mud & snow driving... but not even this new, six-cylinder super-Volvo is up to hauling 2000 pounds of heavy swill across the country from Woody Creek, Colorado, to Washington D.C."

Or this, from An Insider's View of Deranged, Depraved, Drugged Out Brilliance by Jay Cowan:
""What's he like?" I asked Marcella after she mentioned working for him.
""I don't know. Weird. He drives a Volvo and I only see him when he takes me home."
""He takes you home?" Even then, not knowing him at all, I sensed this might be trouble. "Does he smoke dope with you or anything?"
""No. But he drinks a lot. He drives with one hand because he always has a drink in the other one.""

Must have had an automatic...

 

lol that's funny i read campaign trail sometime ago and noticed the same thing good find!

 

I had a chance to see the film "Gonzo" this past weekend which is a wonderful documentary. Check it out if you get time.