The Fasten your Seatbelt light illuminated and clicked on Volvo 244. Just before this, I closed the heavy door. It was good on board. Neighbor Koopman picked me up. She and her husband ran a farm on a rural road near Ens. And that is the road I was born into. He and a childhood friend took me to school, about two miles[2 km]away. Like my mother, she did it more often when the weather gods had evil intentions against us. Yes, we often rode our bicycles. But when we were really bad, we were comforted. And I certainly got that in the Volvo of the Koopman family.
It was all bigger than the one we drove at home, Volvo was in its top class. The Koopman family informed me of the matter from Sweden via 142, 242 DL and 244 GL. For many years it has managed to lead its Scandinavian course. Common safety and luxury have given Volvos their own and highest position in the automotive world. Such a car was a conscious choice, one that by the way was not for everyone, but one that you could use for decades. And it provided starting points that Gothenburg could move forward for years to come.
The Volvo copies of the Koopman family were proof of this. Without any kind of suspicion, these cars revealed their supernatural secrets. Hard, heavy, big, safe and modest made sense. In the run-up to the mid-1980s, attitudes changed. Farmers had a more difficult time, regulations forced many farmers to invest and, moreover, there was an economic crisis that never occurred, certainly during the 1980s.
Many people lived in our area with the agricultural business. Good people, hard workers as well, some of whom have won the largest cars in the sixties and seventies. The Sturm family drove the Mercedes-Benz, the Schra family owned the Opel Rekord D, the Arendse family drove around the world of the polder and Toyota Crown. And the Koopman family had Volvo ideas. But in the first half, the agricultural establishment around us began to decline. Also in the Koopman family, the consistent history of 140 and 240 models finally came to an end. Yes, they remained Volvo drivers, but the luxury Sedan 360 replaced the Swedish Volvos.
The Volvos all fascinated me, as I have already said. And because Koopman’s famous family drove them away, I always looked a little bit against him. My parents certainly had no way, but a lot of investment in my first parents’ house (working class house, which became a good place thanks to my father) and a ridiculous rise in interest rates (started during the second half of the seventies) required. some caution. Although: it was exactly the purchase of a sensitive technical Citroën GSX that was hard to explain in that case, but that also said a lot about my dad. His own beauty (as he always says) would match well with Volvo (or SAAB). It has never happened.
After our winter games in March, I quietly went to look for an alternative to the former and sometimes hard-nosed believers of Astra H Station. Many candidates passed. And I also visited the Gerard Kramer Classics website regularly. That was not in vain. I have known the Kramer family for a long time, and they also have the heart of Volvo. And Gerard and Anne had already helped me out of Lancia in a good way, I will never forget such things. And Anne had already told me that a good ‘V50 2.0 from Switzerland would come in’.
“Look again at Gerard’s website”, I thought Saturday morning with a curse: suddenly my next car drove straight into the living room. This is the car that Anne had told me about. You understand: I was Wolvega for a short time. Heidi, our young and lovely daughter, went along with me. cup of coffee, catch up, test drive. I knew it within 10 seconds. This Volvo V50 2.0 Kinetic, which has several Version II options, will be mine. Plus, I liked his Swiss history more than you know. Spitzen Wartung insurance. The plan was quickly closed, and Gerard and I readily agreed.
I have been with Volvo for a few weeks now. I almost feel favored in humility. And that has everything to do with the old days, when I was sometimes taken by Volvo as a child. That was special, I always looked a little bit for the brand. In fact, the Volvo of that time was slightly different from today’s Volvo. But records of Koopman family cars also confirm that I have been a proud Volvo driver for the past two weeks. My God, this V50 fits me like a jacket. And yes, more than I could imagine. And that is an idea I can get very good at.