Holy shit do I miss my old ride. Malecite green with tan leather interior = awesome. The buttons required a degree in hieroglyphics to sort out. Little windshield wipers on the headlamps. The ignition key in between the two front seats. The turbo that sounded like a jet engine. I don't miss the bi-weekly trips to the mechanic, but every time I see a similar Saab drive by me here (it was one of a kind - I've never seen one of the same coloring), which is often, I feel nostalgic as a Russian sailor.
If a car could be funny, that car was Sam Kinison - quirky, high pitched, loud, ironic, low to the ground. She was a pig from 0 - 120, but I've never driven a car that went from 120 - 140 like that. Like all good things, it had a sweet spot and took a while to fully understand.
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You peaked with the Saab. It's been all downhill since then. That Saab was the best. Like better than we will ever be. Had the wine tasting with the Barneds on Saturday night. Enchanting affair. All the Mouton Rothschild you could quaff. Pip Pip. By the by - I enjoy the nostalgic musings on Saabs and such - like a Finnish sauna - delightfully invigorating.
Yup from the sweet ass Saab to the workaday VW there is no comparison.
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