Back in 1992, a good friend of mine drove a 1978 Volvo 240 wagon into a steel pole at 50 mph. The car had roughly 350,000 miles on it. There were circles of rust all over the faded beige paint, the seats were coming apart, and you could see the road through rust holes in the floors—the thing was a wreck even before it got wrecked. My friend walked away from the crash without a scratch because his Volvo folded exactly the way it was supposed to, absorbing the energy of the collision without transferring it to the driver. My first thought was, “If I ever get in a wreck, it’s gonna be in a Volvo.”

Leith Macarthur

So, I bought one. Then my mom wanted one. Then both sisters. Then nieces and nephew, then neighbors and friends, then . . . well, you get the picture. 27 years later, I’m still extoling the virtues of Volvos, and I’m still helping people find, detail, repair, and sell Volvos in every state in the Northeast, as well as in other states as far away as Virginia, Florida, and even California. I’ve known folks that have gotten a half million miles out of their Volvos. The Guinness Book of Records lists a Volvo as having achieved the highest mileage in history. At 4 p.m. on 18, September, 2103, Irvin “Irv” Gordon clocked his three-millionth mile in his 1966 Volvo 1800S while driving near the village of Girdwood, south of Anchorage in Alaska, USA. By May I, 2014, he had driven 3,039,122 miles. Son of a gun.

During my 27 years in close communication with thousands of Volvo owners, I’ve had a number of conversations with families who have been in total wrecks with their beloved cars. The details of these crashes varied, but they all shared a common denominator: they believed their Volvos had saved their lives.

This section of my website is simply a tribute to Volvos. Volvos have been very, very good to me, so I decided to continue my policy of sharing my feelings, along with a few facts, about these amazing vehicles.