It seems that in this day and age the Classic shape Saab 900 is becoming a bit of a rarity on the open road. Old Father Time is obviously taking its toll on all the cars that were not driven by enthusiastic eegits, like perhaps myself who tend to cosset such vehicles. The situation is reminiscent of when the 99 died out about 10 years ago.
It’s a shame, or is it? For us Saab saddo’s the rarity gives an extra kuodos to our already special vehicles; rarity gives us yet one more reason to smile smugly to ourselves whilst driving along road after road filled to the white lines with instantly forgettable wheeled steel boxes. But when I do see, say, a pristine Mark I 900 Turbo it gives an excitement akin to spotting the yettie.
There is of course a rather steep slope of a down side to this situation. Finding a good condition Mark I Saab 900 turbo to purchase, isn’t just becoming difficult, it’s bordering on damn near impossible. When you then start throwing in things like, “well I’d prefer an 8-valve”, “I really want a hatchback” and the obligatory “well it’s got to be black”, it really starts to look like you’d have better chances of snogging the Queen (Elizabeth II, not just any old queen, obviously).
If you’re to take such things too seriously, you could very well end up in a darkened room playing with a lighter, chanting “I hate the world and the world hates me”.
Still one day I will find one; well I did find one last week but it was 300 miles away and to be brutally honest I couldn’t really be bothered. But I will have one, one day, one glorious day, hopefully before Tony Blair and Red Ken ban petrol altogether on the grounds that petrol’s cool.
PS. Practice your smug smile in the mirror at home, guys!