I was once the caretaker and pilot of a 1986 Saab 900 Turbo. With the well publicized demise of Saab and the subsequent reminiscences by the motoring press and in the blogosphere, my fond memories of that funky gray Swede came flooding back to me. It was the last car to carry our family tradition of being named. I affectionately dubbed it Astro, after the goofy gray dog from the Jetsons. The styling was unique, in an elegant gray with rich tan leather, enhanced with a set of SPG wheels. With Tardis-esque interior capacity and very comfortable seats, it was always a willing travel partner, be it road trips or evenings out with friends. I have no doubt that I would find it equally as appealing today as I did all those years ago. I also remember driving a comparable BMW of that same vintage, a 318is. I was disappointed in the Bimmer then, and given the choice between them now, I'd be hard pressed not to pick the Saab again. And that sai...
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