There Were Five Volvos In A Row

I was driving down the street and had to stop to snap this scene. The Raffi song, "Eight Piggies," began to play in my head. . . "There were five Volvos in a row. . ." Lined up the sunset light, yet they refuse to die. Perhaps they are remembering the countless kids in the backseat, the ski trips, rainslick pavement, black ice, major Costco hauls, moving whole apartments full of furniture. The glory days before the odometer read 250,000 plus. So, what DO you call a gathering of Volvos? And what was the highest milage on YOURS? This is the last post for Nordic Week at SDP.