The only Volvo I've owned was a weary white 164E I should have avoided. The brake pedal almost hit the floor and I almost hit the car in front on the drive home through Sydney peak-hour traffic. It was a dog, but even so I felt a certain fondness for it. The turquoise vinyl seats were deconstructing themselves, the dash was split, and so on. But it felt hewn from the proverbial hunk of granite. Now, a good 164 would have been a joy indeed. I didn't keep mine long enough, GlennMc to try too many parts but I remember thje brake fix was eye-watering! Well, fgtcar, I want that 122S.