Turns out the £1.79 wheel cleaner I bought from a garden centre is actually decent.

Turns out Barbie is a fan of 5 cylinder engines and crap turning circles. Amusingly, this has the same wheels my Dad's D5 did.

Sedan Hussain.

Ah, the '90s was a more simple time. When Volvo were boxy, and used disturbing clowns to advertise their cars.

However, you could get an exact replica of my uncle's MX-5, who I hated, because he killed our pet puffer fish. Imagine the fun I could have had running it into walls!

So inclusion: cool cover art, working dials, dead puffer fish.

The graphics were pretty good for an early PS2 game, and interiors with working dials would have been seriously cool. But the controls are psychotically twitchy, there's only a handful of tracks and no career mode. Then GT 3 came out a few months later and made it pointless.

In today's episode of "Things which weren't amazing 25 years ago are still not amazing today" I finally got hold of a copy of Driving Emotion Type-S, having always wanted to try it (mostly because of the moody album art). Had you put this in front of my when I was 7, I would have played it to death.

Pretty sure this is my spirit animal.

I found this out owing to research by @samuelmace.bsky.social, who bought a weird unsanctioned book online cataloguing all of Volvo's brochures and advertising from the 740 to the S/V90.

My therapist: The 605 Rally Raid isn't real, it can't hurt you.

The 605 Rally Raid:

I assume the prize is you don't win the Orion. I'd pay £7.00 to not own one.

I don't like the stupid girly blue butterfly, but I'll give it a chance.