The name "the Home for Wayward Volvos" was given to me by a friend who used to make fun of my Volvo habit — specifically the fact that I spent most of a summer ignoring my friends totally while I sat in the driveway rebuilding my little car.

One day she came to visit and was startled to find not one but three Volvos in pieces in the driveway, with my Dad, my sister and I in deep concentration putting them back together. She accused us of running a "home for wayward Volvos" and the name stuck.

Since then, I've met a few more dearly loved but occasionally badly behaved Volvos — if you'd like to see your beloved Volvo pictured here, send me a picture and the pertinant information. And now, choose a Wayward Volvo from the list at right.