1983 Volvo 242

[fuhfuh.Focus]

Awesome, looks great.

I can't wait to get one of these cars.

[Shangsta]

I just found one of these or a pretty good price(its a 78, is there alot of differences compared to yours), are they easy to work on? Are parts expensive?

[tdilynch]

I liked it better fishbowl status and with the wheels white, tho I think something other than white would be even better. Silver? cream?

Any way I still love the car.

[Nicolaus Pro]

so do I. I'm on the lookout for a super clean 240 to throw the wheels on (which I'll get powder coated white) and then I'll be done my 240 game.

[renngolf]

Love this shot and.. you're never really 'done'

[frdtns]

Perfect!

[FittedDownLow]

lol love how you just swapped stuff and drove this one... we need to meet up sometime

[FABEL]

I see this sheit as artistic. I mean, not many would have jumped on a chassis in such condition regardless of its price or flathood coupe rarity.

slampiece however is of a different breed; the kind that knows how to roll harder than most, yet keep it gangster on a level that's hard to comprehend. I love how you unintentionally make a vast majority of us feel so stupid in thinking it takes strong coin to show real 'passion' when in all honesty, nailing great fitment & cruisin' down the boulevard in anything other than common, is the realm you seem to be navigating when put behind the wheel. you could be homeless & I a CEO, but still wouldn't be able to develop such expression as you've done with this car. I'm pissed bro; like for real, I'm pissed but smiling the whole way through.

I'll explain what I mean by sharing my daydream after viewing these pics:

I don't know a nada about no volvos, so to me this is just some ancient creaking dinosaur of a car that's been dug up from the earths core by none other than a hardcore excavator with an accelerated gearhead mentality surpassing the likes of the common enthusiast. while the rest of us sit on our couches or hide in our cubicles soaking up all the greatness of the SW, slampiece was out there diggin'. the dude was just a diggin' & diggin' like a mobster does in the middle of the forest at 2am when he's got a package to fertilize the ground with. diggin' & diggin' in search of gold. at some point, slampiece hit hard earth. he took out his little tools & brushed around that in which he had found. as he brushed away for countless weeks, a metal brick of sorts began to emerge. so he called in his crew & asked for support. with squinted faces & confused minds, his buddies left him there to dig on his own.

the shovels & bottled water was plentiful, but no bodies to help bring this precious find up to the earths surface. so he relied on himself & his determination to bring such gold up to where the rest of the world could see it as well. he digged & digged some more; swept his brow, took deep breaths, & dug some more. all the while he questioned in the back of his mind if this dinosaur could actually be reconnected in today's society. the hell with second guessing himself, he just dug that much faster until something incredible emerged.

what was this? what could it be? he just did not know, but he felt a familiarity with this 'mass' he had brushed away the earths dirt from. again, he asked fellows of the town to help, but his request for help only turned up those same squinted faces. motivation deepened as slampiece was sure to show them, but how? - for he was unsure of what this was outside of metal from long days ago that had been put to rest as it lyed above the same sediment layers that built this earth. all he knew was that it was pre-historic & it's time had not rightfully passed as of yet.

so he hitched it up dragging the weight of eternity with it while leaving behind a crater in that forest the size of our beloved grand canyon, with a caution sign of course as to prevent hikers from falling in. as it made roadside, it continued to drag itself into the earth almost as if it wanted to stay in its hibernation from the cruel society it would be judged in, but slampiece had another vision for this artifact. grinding, sparking, & screaming its metalurgy ways back to it's new lair it went, for slampiece had other things in store for this.

at first he was puzzled as to what he could do, hell he still wasn't even sure what this treasure was as it had still been in mangled form & covered with many decades of the earths filler that it still resembled 'rock' more than anything else. slampiece could smell it was a volvo, but all of the townspeople laughed & said this could never be true. so back at his castle (crib for the urban folk) he continued in the same ways as he had in the forest until the color burgundy had shown itself. again, slampiece smiled & his eyes widened as he just knew this was going to be epic. he rushed & wore himself out until an old flathood had appeared in front of him like a ghost in the night. he was awstruck.

fatigue came over his body as he layed to rest for the eve, not once forgetting about his newly acquired coupe. when the next day came, he awoke & could not sit still long enough for his mother to cook him breakfast. with her pancake whisk in hand, he fled outside in hurried fashion faster than that whisk could fulfill its first drip into the sink. mom watched from the window as puzzled as all the friends he had requested help from while diggin' out his treasure. slampiece on the other hand was running his fingers across the coupe's body similar to a blind person does to their lovers face as he got a true feel for what was to come. the core of it's beauty had remained & the flaws it possessed were more of it's personal signature than they were interference with the desire that was brewing inside of this artist.

from the other side of the window, his mother continued to stare over the shoulder while her son went to work. he understood the importance of meditation & so he did just that for days on end. mom continued to observe, checking up on him through the window, but knew she ought not interupt. slampiece sat there like stone. expressionless until his eyes awoke & his body followed. it was clear what would be necessary to resusitate the lifeblood of this beast. it was an answer he was all too familar with. fitment. yep, just fitment was all that would be necessary to make this artifact proud in rollin' hard down the roads it once was banished from partaking in, so in true artist form, he did just that.

slampiece, slammed this piece grabbing only that in which was in arms length. he went to work using math diagrams stories high, yet all was retained in the muscles of his mind until a 4th of july-like celebration emerged & his work shot into the heavens producing the masterpiece you see before you in the scrolled pages of StanceWorks for all to enjoy.

Do Sheit Epic.

[Nicolaus Pro]

^

I love you so much. Your parents could not have picked a better name for, seriously. What you said is exactly what happened. I found myself staring at the brown car stock, and my beige car wondering if it would work. Fuck it. It did. I found myself sitting in it, for hours just listening and thinking about what it could become. Fast forward a few weeks, I find myself with a ear to ear grin when I look in the rear view to see sparks, staring back at people as they try to see inside the tint, and loving the low life more than ever.

[volvo=win]

Black rims are not cool bro!

[Nicolaus Pro]

Yeah, I'm not really feeling it either. Idk. White wheels with dark ass windows doesnt really work though.

I **** the look of tint, but I love the fact that no one can see me.

[FABEL]

I find myself with a ear to ear grin when I look in the rear view to see sparks, staring back at people as they try to see inside the tint, and loving the low life more than ever.

^ that comment just confirms the success of this car in my opinion.

glad to see you enjoyed the FABEL & even happier to find out it's actually close to the truth. best part is understanding what you meant when you posted that you loved me. I love you the same & grateful we had met at helendorf.

don't flame this sheit pimps. I know it's odd, but just bein' legit on a level as rare as the rusto-raptor & felt it important to share my thoughts on this slampiece.

in regards to the black steelies - you can easily take a fallen off piece of brown & have paint shops mix a very similar batch to match the wheels to your body. the rust would become outlined even more . just a thought.

peace.

[boostAbear]

Last pic ugghhh <3<3<3<3

[Curt_pnw]

Dude, I love this car. I wish it wasn't so rusty, but it is what it is. Fucking cool.
The shot from the front is my new desktop.

[Jez]

I don't know what's more epic - the Volvo or Fabel's fabel. Man I enjoyed reading that! I'd like to salute your stylez, slampiece and fabel. For they are stylez unique.