My Saab story

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 10:30:00 +0000

I was 8 years old in 1972 when my father brought home a secondhand Saab to replace our broken-down International Harvester Travelall. It was a 1970 Saab 95 station wagon, a light-brown, bug-eyed, squat-front, square-back thing, and I was immediately in love. It had a fold-down rumble seat that fit exactly two kids, and my brother, sister and I would fight over who got to sit there. The rumble seat faced backward, and I loved looking out the rear window and watching the road recede.

Now, barring some unexpected intervention, Saab itself seems poised to recede into history, sucked down by the larger recession and the brand's unfortunate association with General Motors, one of America's biggest losers.

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My Saab story