I've only owned three cars in my life; the first was a ~1978 Volkswagen Rabbit (Golf) Diesel (acquired because it achieved 50 MPG -- yes, really). During the first Arab oil embargo, people approached me in the streets offering to buy it. It was totaled in a front-end collision from which I walked away unscratched. The second was a 1986 Volvo 740 station wagon, acquired after the accident, with the safety of my 2-year-old daughter in mind (although it was the last year Volvo made the model without airbags and anti-lock braking). I've had that for over 30 years now, and am about to sell it (to a Tesla service center mechanic!) when my new Tesla S 90D arrives. I'm assuming the Tesla will be my last vehicle. My ethic has always been to do without until you can get something of good quality, and then take good care of it. With the huge embodied energy associated with large items such as cars, hanging on to them and maintaining them makes environmental sense (to the extent that owning
any vehicle can make "environmental sense"). For the first few years we had the Volvo, the wife and I both felt somehow we were borrowing our parents' car.
It seemed an extravagance, though the price now seems laughably low. Buying it was a close call. We had initially lusted after a SAAB 9000 we had test driven, but we shied away from that when the model got a horrendous crash test report (which turned out to be flawed -- the NHTSA testers had incorrectly latched the driver's seat). Perhaps that was a fortunate mistake -- you never see a SAAB 9000 on the road here today, but 740s remain plentiful. The Volvo served us well and was wonderfully flexible (I even hauled a 4x8" sheet of coreboard
inside of it once), It was never a looker, though: the British humor magazine,
Punch (which had brief sporadic auto reviews in its last days) once described its front-end design as "pig ugly", and I would not disagree with that assessment. It was/is not a performance car either (its four cylinder engine struggles up the Waldo Grade, approaching the Golden Gate Bridge from the north, with me hugging the right lane), nor particularly fuel efficient. But it was very solid and useful. Having spent a good part of my youth holding metal tools in my hands in freezing weather for an ICE-obsessed stepfather who insisted on working on his own vehicles (even though that day had passed, with the increasing need for highly specialized tools that few if any amateurs could justify purchasing), I developed an enduring dislike for everything ICE, heightened by early environmental and safety concerns. If Volvo had made a good EV, I would have considered it seriously. As it is, I'm grateful for the service I received from the 740, but am excited about the arrival of the new S 90D.