Swedes: so practical. I don't think I've ever loved a car quite this much. It has a 3rd row seat in the way back for chrissakes.
And regarding cars and old souls:I've had 4 cars in the last 15 years. 1 of 4 was an 87 VW that was just dope (and clearly I'm a sucka for wagons). And then I didnt drive for years cuz Portland Oregon invited vigorous cycling. And then I got a newish Corolla when I moved to a car-neccesary rural area, and then I was more then stoked to sell it off when I moved to NYC (because who wants a car in NYC???). It was awful, fast and tight but cold and plasticky, like an appliance more than a car. When we were transitioning away from NYC, I decided to find the cheapest car I could to commute to the city from Mass, and found a '91 Saab for $400. It was rusty but it was stupid fun to drive. Also, it was rusty and failed inspection the 2nd year, and my mechanic said "Hey, I have these 245s available" and I fell in love and here we are.
The painful moral, for me, is that any car built after about 1995 is unappealing to me. Part of it is godawful hipster retofetishism, part of it is that since the 90s there has been a consolidation and homogenization of the auto industry that has left us with a surprising minimum of actual platforms to choose from. Even brands I used to gravitate towards (honda, VW, etc) because of their "special" and unique handling characteristic all just feel the same... Bland, nonunique, a kind of dull pushbutton experience. A Golf should not feel so much like a Sonota. The visceral disappointment of opening a hood and being confronted by a plastic lid and a serial port just hurts me. Open the Volvo hood, and there is an outdated, reliable block that I can deal with myself out in the driveway. There are newer cars that get me going, but I dive them and I feel nothing. Tearing that little heavy rear-wheel-drive wagon around just feels good.

It makes sense that THIS is my other old soul ride.