[Nora II looked just like this]
If you read the story of Nora (the first), you may recall that my first experience with a Volvo 240 was a bit of a bust. I wasn’t a very good mechanic at that point, shops that would work on an older Volvo were scarce in my part of the Midwest, and replacement parts and information for these cars weren’t easy to come by. I swore off foreign-car ownership after that, and went back to American iron.
Then I got married.
She told me she’d always wanted a Volvo 240. Her father had had a 164E and she always liked it. And I told her “no”, and I told her about Nora the First.
I was 35 and it was my first marriage and I wanted to do the thing that would make my bride happy. So I caved. I don’t remember where we found Nora II, but she was a 1983 240 sedan, base DL trim. She had the beloved 4+1 M46 overdrive manual transmission.
(One of the things that drew me to my wife was her insistence on driving stickshift cars. Don’t let that fool you, fellas.)
Well, this was around 1997, right around the time of the rise of “Internet for the masses”. There were communities of folks dedicated to the preservation and maintenance of all manner of cars, including Volvos. Folks in the Volvo community were generous with their knowledge regarding repairs and parts sources. I absorbed all the information I could, and took the opportunity to become a much better mechanic and far less intimidated by cars.
When you have any older car, you eventually wind up needing parts. If you have the wherewithal, at some point you realize it’s cheaper to buy a whole parts car for a hundred or two dollars than it is to buy just the parts you need. Then, since she was driving Nora II all the time, I wanted one of my own, but I wanted a wagon. So I found an ’84, named her Nora III, and it was good. But it needed parts too, so along came a second parts car.
With all that, I wound up having more parts than I needed. Since I was fully engaged in the online Volvo groups and forums, I started selling excess parts there. This was right around the era of the rise of eBay, so I started selling parts there as well.
Before I knew it, I’d become a well-respected member of the community by freely sharing what I knew with folks that knew less than me. I also developed a good reputation as a fair seller of good parts at good prices. If you Google my name and “Volvo” even today, you’ll still see traces of everything I earned by being decent and fair.
Meanwhile, friends and co-workers would see me driving different 240s all the time, and parts cars started coming out of the woodwork. “Hey, my uncle has one of those rotting in the back yard. Do you want it?”. I would scour the papers and drive through neighborhoods looking for parts cars that I could drag away for cheap. It had really become a side business for me. I never kept books, but for about 5 years I probably made $5-7000 a year, selling parts and scrapping out the remains.
I flipped a few as well. Pick up a non-runner for $200, grab the necessary parts out of the stash, and turn it into a $500 beater. The Volvo world became my oyster, with folks seeking me out to take their heaps off their hands, knowing I was going to take them to a respectful end.
At some point I chatted with my Volvo friend John, and we attempted to list all the cars that had passed through my hands. We counted up somewhere near 40 cars, some parts cars, some runners, over which I’d had stewardship. There were at least a dozen after that as well.
Right around 2005, everything fell apart. My marriage was in total failure mode. That put me out of my house and garage. The land I was using for my “personal junkyard” belonged to my father-in-law, so I lost access to that as well.
The business model fell apart as well. Many people figured out what I (and a few others) was doing, and too many people jumped in, severely depressing prices. Some smarter folks figured out what parts they could grab at DIY junkyards for cheap and flip for a quick profit on eBay, with virtually no overhead. As an example, when I first started out, a working ECU was selling for $100. By the end, they sat unsold online at $10.
On top of all that, the price of scrap metal had risen dramatically. The backyard scrappers were grabbing every junk car they could, for more money than I could profitably spend for a parts car.
The whole thing was over. I gave away my stash of pre-pulled parts to other Volvo nuts, or sold them in bulk at dirt-cheap prices. I gave the hulks of the last 3 parts cars to a young guy I knew with some moxie, who was scrapping cars to feed his kids.
It was a great experience to have had. I enjoyed the respect and reputation I’d made for myself. I learned a lot about people, and about cars, and about being a member of a community. Even though it ended on a sour note, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Except maybe a mint-condition 1993 240 wagon. After all my experiences, good and bad, I still to this day consider the Volvo 240 to be among the finest cars ever sold.
Question: Why are divorces so expensive?
Answer: Because they’re worth it.
I love Diffee!
“I am a marvelous housekeeper. Everytime I divorce a man, I keep his house.”
Zsa Zsa Gabor
Ray Stevens “People’s Court”
“I ain’t gonna get married no more. Every couple of years I’m gonna go out and find a woman I hate and buy her a house. Cheaper that way.”
Like digging into a gold mine 🙂
A side business is hard to give up. I have a similar experience with bikes (push bikes, to be clear). I wanted to get out of it but people keep asking me for bikes or little tune ups. So far it hasn’t cracked the marriage but it’s about time I pay attention to the house rather than the bikes.
Parts cars are getting harder to dispose of here metal prices for shredder steel is 3c per kilo where I live, I got a whole $36 for a Hillman Hunter wagon recently including two batteries but at least my driveway is cleared, I sold quite a lot of it to a guy I shared a truck with last season and even got him another engine a friend had spare, so one more saved and still on the road, I,m transplanting the rebored 1725 wagon motor into my Minx soon, its las engine upgrade.
If I’ve learned anything from these COAL series, it’s to not get married. I have already made that mistake and have been teetering on divorce for about 4 years. It would break me financially so I just eat poorly and hope for an early demise.
Hmmmm….good observation. There does seem to be an over riding secondary theme to these COAL series ………..poor relationships with significant others and/or divorce. Wonder why that is?
Probably a statistical anomaly.
Divorces stand out because they are mentioned. Happily married people don’t specifically mention the fact they are happily married because then, well, then it would be weird. And a little suspicious.
It’s like getting married for the first time and then introducing your new bride as your “first wife”.
Not inaccurate, but better not to put it exactly that way.
While Evan and Plaut did divorce, I can think of a few other long-running COAL series – like Paul’s and Jason’s – that don’t involve a divorce.
Yet….
Sorry, I am always the pessimist. I hope not, I’m just saying.
Mrs. Jason and I have been married for 18 years. We also dated for nearly five years which I believe helped us know what we were getting ourselves into and who it would be with. Divorce has never been in our vocabulary.
I believe Paul and Stephanie are in excess of 35 years of matrimony. From what I can tell, Stephanie purchasing a ’71 Ford LTD is all that would cause ripples with them.
Also, I will plug both Jim Klein and Jim Cavanaugh – they have both been married quite a while.
16 years married and 8 years before that. But if she won’t let me get that car I’m eyeing, then that’s it, dammit! 🙂
Rick,
I once thought like you. Then I met my wife through mutual freinds, Sonia and Ray. One thing that we both admired about Sonia and Ray was that they were committed to each other through thick and thin. One of the first things that we talked about early on was how we would like to be lucky enough to find that kind of devotion in someone. We didn’t know it at the time but we had already found it in each other. We’ve been together 18 years now. Don’t give up hope. She is out there somewhere.
Was this the wife who paid too much for the Volvo 1800ES at an estate sale?
One and the same. I tried marriage once, proved to myself I wasn’t any good at it, and never tried it again!
I’m sorry about your divorce. Stories like this are why I’ve remained single.
Anyway, yes, the 240 is one of the auto world’s legends. I have a somewhat neglected 1991 5-speed that despite indifference still runs fine, everything mostly works — even the AC, which sometimes struggles in miasmic Georgia summer — and the one thing that will eventually send it to the crusher is 24 years of salty Boston winters. Even though I’ve moved south, the rust has only slowed down a little. But to be fair much newer cars completely rusted out up there.
Ah the 240DL. I learned many things when I owned mine. The big piece of advice(and the one to take heed to) when owning a 240 is to keep an extra fuel pump relay handy in the glove box as you will need it.
My 1990 wagon made me feel like I was driving a tractor but it was a great car. It did have little issues here and there but none stranded me or kept me from driving it.
So Even, did your center console fall apart just by looking at it or lightly touching it? I never ever found a intact one in the junk yard.
My first car back in 1991 was a beige 242DL with brown interior. I drove it for two years before I replaced it with a w-body Supreme International.
I owned a 240 wagon for about a month, probably 12-15 years ago. Cleaned it up, and doubled my money selling it. Creamy off-white color with blue vinyl seats.
My beloved V90 was just picked up the other day by the CoPart Salvage Pool…got hit by a dump truck while parked in front of the house a couple of weeks ago. Made money on that one too…got a nice settlement from the trucking company’s insurance.
That is sometimes the silver lining to what is otherwise a tragic end to a vehicle. When my ’91 Crown Vic was totaled after an underhood fire, the check I got from the insurance company was for $1000 more than I’d paid for the car six months earlier. Too bad about the V90 though; I’ve always liked those final RWD wagons.
As to the 240s, I came close to owning an ’84 in the early 00’s. Test drove it and rather liked it, but they wanted too much money given its cosmetic issues. And last year I was all ready to buy a beater-y ’88 245 to use as a utility vehicle until the wife vetoed the idea of adding a fourth car to our small property. In retrospect I suppose she was right, it probably would have been a $900 car that ended up costing me double that much just to put right, not to mention that the 780 isn’t even driveable right now.