People need a function, he believes. And he has always been functional, no one can take that away from him.
It’s thirteen years since Ove bought his blue Saab 9-5 station wagon.
Not long after, the Yanks at General Motors bought up the last Swedish-held shares in the company.
Ove closed the newspaper that morning with a long string of swear words that continued into a good part of the afternoon.
He never bought a car again. He had no intention of placing his foot in an American car,
unless his foot and the rest of his body had first been placed in a coffin, they should be bloody clear about that.
Sonja had of course also read the article and she had certain objections to Ove’s exact version of events regarding the company’s nationality,
but it made no difference. Ove had made up his mind and now he was fixed on it.
He was going to drive his car until either he, or it, broke down. Either way, proper cars were not being made anymore, he’d decided.
There was only a lot of electronics and crap inside them now. Like driving a computer.
You couldn’t even take them apart without the manufacturers whining about “invalid warranties.” So it was just as well.
Sonja said once that the car would break down with sorrow the day Ove was buried.
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