In the beginning, there was public transport. Yea, verily, it did suck. Then came the INDUSTROTANK, and there was much rejoicing. Other motorists fled the tank's path. I could merge without fear. Two tons, underpowered, drank premium petrol and ate brake pads. It also proved that a Volvo only goes as slowly as you drive it.
Damn, but I did love that lumbering chunk of swedish steel. I only let it go when buying a new car became a cheaper option than keeping the tank on the road. While I had it, it went through one set of tyres, too many brakepads and fan belts to count, a harmonic balancer, a set of transmission seals, a complete air-con system refit (new gas), an impressive number of tail lights, got hailed on and repaired, hit a palm tree and allegedly killed the rear bumper of a Commodore without taking so much as a scratch (cracked bumper, my arse... trust my luck to hit a government car).
|The Industrotank. The Big V. The Flying Volvo. The Industrotaxi. It had many names.|
|This was my point of view, a lot. Snoopy kept me company (he's asleep on the coin tray). When the factory-standard tape deck broke, it was four days - including a weekend - before I had a new one... a nice little SONY number. Being stuck with commercial radio will do that to you.|
|The interior, freshly Armour-Alled and vacuumed. Tres Porno, no? Note the seriously retro carphone, which worked right up until the analogue network got ditched. After that I never got round to taking the handset out. The air-con switch used to jam on windscreen. It was a barrel of laughs, the summer when they decided they couldn't repair it - hence the system refit.|
|The bat and the faery, on the rear quarter panels.|
|Now you see why it went through tail lights. Eight red panel bulbs. Count 'em. The lense over the far right tail light had a crack, so it used to fill up with rainwater and short the bulb. Eventually someone figured out what what happening, so now it has a small hole drilled in the bottom so it drains. Voila.|
|INDUSTROTANK, and proud. You knew when you were following the tank.|
|"...and that's the last thing I remember, officer..."|