The streets of Minneapolis were a hard pill for this Portland local to swallow. They were devoid of true classics short of the sunny Sunday posers. Portland on the other hand is the Mecca for classic cars that are actually used daily. I guess this makes sense considering the harsh Minneapolis winters and corrosive salt capable of destroying cars, old and new, in no time. So I was surprised and impressed to see this rusty, oil-leaking Swedish classic stationed near the Walker Art Center. B18 badge and Swedish flag proudly displayed, I wondered if this survivor belonged to one of the Scandinavian natives of Minnesota (Viking or something). It was an odd combo, Walker Art Center, the home of modern art, and a half-dead, classic 122S. Nevertheless a pretty good choice for the slippery Minneapolis roads – it was the first car with three-point seat belts, and the first to have any kind of seat belt as standard equipment. They don’t call ’em safe for nothing folks.