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#SaabSaturday - Spotted this nice 2007 Saab 9-5 SportCombi Wagon in Sausalito, CA. #Saab #Saab95 #Saab95SportCombi #Saab95SportCombiWagon #95SportCombi #95Wagon #SaabAutomobileAB #BuiltFromJets #carspotting #carhunting #SwedishAutomobile
Spotted 05/08/2025
Now, I'm not saying I sent away for correspondance dental courses just so I could have an excuse to have nitrous oxide delivered right to my door, but I will say it's not a cost-effective way of doing so.
The real reason was that Saabs, my Swedish white whale, are primarily owned by dentists. And with the number of Saabs in the wild dwindling, I have to work even harder to get a good used one. They say you should go where the deals are - and dentistry conferences are almost certainly going to have a parking lot full of Viggens.
I made a couple faux pas on my initial introduction. Since my education was largely done remotely, I never picked up on the little social niceties and foibles that the industry forces upon its members during their upbringing. Stuff like which colour of shirt to wear, the punchlines to common industry in-jokes, and not referring to the stainless-steel dental scaler as a "pokey thing" can out you as an outsider, and then your chance at a buddies-of-the-industry deal at a centre-mounted ignition convertible are all but gone. So after I blew a couple deals, I decided to mostly clam up and pretend that I didn't speak English as my first language. Surely dentists, an industry zealously protected by overbearing government enforcement, wouldn't be xenophobic, I thought. Perhaps Swedish would be a good middle ground. Deserving of Saabs, or at least Volvos.
Finally, I made a pretty good deal for a two-stroke '73 Saab 95. It was owned by some dude who used it as a promotional vehicle for his dental-supplies sales business, and he was getting out of the whole thing. I could keep whatever inventory he left in the trunk, to "boot" (little car joke there). Excited, I leapt behind the wheel and then froze with terror when I looked in the rear mirror.
What kind of sick fuck fills an entire car with dental phantoms?
Replaced the 50 year old suspension limiting straps on the Saab 95. Rotated the tires, and greased the steering rack.
The car really needs the front end rebuilt, but that will have to wait for now.
1977 Saab 95 polisbil Sverige
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