books and write a few lines about how I bought my second Volvo
Well, it was one of the most intense blizzards I've ever seen. The time was January 2002.
Temperatures were reaching Siperia like readings, wind blew wilder than you can imagine and
on top of that, it was "snowing" like hell. Snowing in citation marks cause white stuff was
practically being shot down from the sky.
Somewhere in the middle of the storm you might've spotted (if you had roentgen eyes like
Superman) a Metallic Grey Volvo zig-zagging through the ice and snow packed roads.
As it was, I had arranged an appointment with a car restorer whom somebody had paid his
depth with a Volvo 360. The car restorer being broke and not interested in the car, there were
good chances I might be riding that beauty home.
Everything went somewhat smoothly and we agreed on a test drive. Since gas was almost all
(not sure if that translates well from German...), the seller suggested me to drive to the nearest
gas station to get some gas. This is where the troubles began.
It took me some time to navigate through the snowstorm, but finally I found my goal. As usual,
my financial status was zero except for the five euros I got from the seller for gas. So my plan
was to fill her up and get back.
Unfortunately, the forces of nature weren't playing along and the gas pump froze in the
on-position. There I was some 30 euros later standing helplessly next to my future Volvo
unable to stop tanking. Finally, I found a man who made the gas gauge stop. You may well
image how long it took me to convince the staff at the station about the broken gas pump.
Finishing business there, I headed back to the seller's home.
The road back was a 1,5 lane small country road in the middle of large fields. Naturally wind
had blown everything full of snow, but that didn't really matter because you couldn't see
anyway due to the snowstorm.
A car, whose driver obviously thought he owned the road, approached from the opposite
direction. I made a correcting steering manoeuvre to avoid collision and ended up in a ditch
(filled with snow, of course). A quick call to the seller and he promised to come and tow me out
in 20 minutes.
After some time a man approached from the storm. Due to extreme snow-wind-combination
recognization was impossible, I assumed it was him so I told him to sit into the car "because it
was his car"? while we'd try to push it with another man who'd emerged from the storm. A
miracle happened and we were able to muster enough power to push the car just enough
back to the road for the rear wheels to take contact. Soon both men disappeared as soon as
they'd appeared. I assumed the seller went back home.
To my astonishment, when I returned, the seller hadn't even left (the tow car didn't start)... I
wonder who those two men were, one of the whom I made sit "in his own car"?
If you read this far, you must be either really bored or just interested in my story...
Naturally, one has to experience such a thing to able to appreciate all the twists I've been
trying to describe
Cheers
Ari
I can imagine the storm... Brrr, I'm freezing! 
somebody read the story!
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