Last weekend was offically the middle of the summer, and this weekend the SAAB Club Rhein-Main in Frankfurt, Germany gathered to celebrate and get together. It was a hot and humid day, and many SAABs and their owners showed up.
The event took place at the former SAAB Zentrum Frankfurt, now Harzmann SAAB. The former dealership still shows the colors of our beloved brand, and with the amount of SAABs still being sold and serviced on site one wouldn't think the manufacturer is gone.
Updated 02 July 2012 at 21:26 by rpiereck
The current owner of the car had called me two days ago saying he had someone else who was interested in the car but willing to pay 500 Euro more. He said I was still first in line to buy the car for the price we had agreed, 4000 Euro, but he would like an answer by Monday, or he would sell to the other guy. I don't blame him, 500 Euro is no chump change.
I actually was not really looking to purchase a car for another month or so, I need the car because we have a baby on the way, but
I spent a good time this afternoon washing, waxing and detailing the C900. As soon as I finished the light overcast day opened up into a glorious sunny summer day. Time to go for a drive!
Since the car was as clean as it will ever be I didn't want bugs smashing in the glass and paint, I took it easy, drove slow and enjoyed the warm air.
I drove to
This weekend I had a small road trip to my sister's home. She has been living here in Germany for almost 10 years, in the city of Michelstadt, near Frankfurt. Her city is pretty isolated from all Autobahns, so whether I take the highway or the side roads it takes me three hours to get to her home. Frankfurt by comparison is further away but it is much faster to go there because of the Autobahn that goes to it.
Leaving Ansbach I stuck to side roads through most of the trip. These roads
Today I took the car back to the inspection site, where the inspector verified that my back up lights and license plate lights were fixed, then stamped and signed the inspection paperwork. I then waited 45 minutes at our local Army base vehicle registration office, and soon I walked out with German plates.
The French plates were riveted to the car (is there a lot of license plate theft in France?), and I didn't have a drill handy, so I literally taped my new German plates over the French