Well, at long last victory is mine! Ok, its more like the victory, and 340 of my hard earned dollars belong to me mechanic, but you get the picture. After four good tries, the Saab finally went under the knife of the local professionals and is now quite roadworthy. They removed the bolt and replaced all four v-belts, so in the end the money was well worth it.
Q: Why do they put sidewalks beside most streets and highways?
A: So Saab owners have a safe place to walk home.
It’s been a little while since I’ve updated about the Saab. Ok, it’s been a really long while since I updated about the Saab. A long winter and cold wet spring have not provided as many opportunities to wrench as I’d hoped for. Sadly the old tank has spent much of the last few months quietly parked on my street, awaiting better weather and some love from me. Admittedly, it’s been hard to feel free to enjoy the car because of some very basic maintenance items have thwarted my best efforts. You see, as the score currently stands, the Saab: 4, me: 0; but once again, I’m getting ahead of myself.
This kids, is what we call a 15 foot car. From 15 feet it looks pretty good, get in closer and you’ll begin to see the damage 21 New England winters has wrought .
It wouldn’t be a trip abroad if I wasn’t Instgramming up a storm, would it? Herein lies a collection of various and sundry interesting cars found where European ends and Asis begins. The in-depth travelogue is forthcoming.
Perhaps not surprisingly, the most common cars I encountered in Turkey were of the Italian and French variety. Both Fiat and Renault both have factories in Turkey and produce TDM (Turkish Domestic Market, yeah I think I made that up) models.
From my anecdotal observation, some of the most aggressive drivers i encountered in Turkey were driving Fiat Doblos.
The update: the old girl lives. She’s bit dirtier than normal, but after a long hard Maine winter left outside. I charged up her battery, pumped up her tires and she came right back to life. She’s a tough old brute. Also, because why not, here are some recent photos from a trip to the island.
Yep, its time for another TPW Adventure! On Saturday I finally made an honest woman out of Elle and this evening we’re off to Turkey for what promises to be one hell of an adventure! We’ve got a couple of days in Istanbul then we’re off to Izmir for the start of a road trip along the Lycian Way, with stops in Kusadasi, Ephesus, Fethiye, Cirali and ending in Antalya. We’re renting a TPW favorite too – a Ford Fiesta hatch! Updates to come…
So here I am, late some Thursday night, when I really should be in bed. And what am I doing? Scouring SearchTempest for every Peugeots for sale in these United States. I blame Motoring Con Brio for my current spate of automotive induced insomnia. All it took was this profile of some dude out in California and his well-loved ’83 Peugeot 505 STI to get the wheels turning and the internet a-searching. Thankfully, the Northeast didn’t turn up any viable options, but somewhere around page 4 of the search results I happened upon two interesting ads from, not unsurprisingly, the Big Easy.
Vote Judge Doug Hammel, and buy this car!
Sacrebleu! A Peugeot 405 MI16! And it looks pretty minty, too! Before beating a retreat from the American market, this was the last new Peugeot sold in the land of the free. At its launch, it was praised for its agility, handling and grunty 16 valve four cylinder motor. See there was a time when four holers with not 8, but 16, valves were considered exotic! Which reminds me of another front-hooker with a 16 valve four cylinder…
Leather as red and racy as any French hen house, and the dash doesn’t suffer any cracks either!
The MI16 was of course a tarted up version of the more ho-hum 405, and as such is the more collectible and sought after car. I’m sure the number of road worthy specimens still in existence on these shores numbers in the low hundreds. Were I man of resources (and equally poor judgment), I would have a hard time saying no to this one, which is priced at $4500.
Wait, are those retractable sun shades in the back? Awesome!
OK, hold on to your hat. Things are about to get really, really weird, like giant Grace Jones’ animatronic-head-in-the-desert-eating-French-cars weird. Yeah, you’d better watch this to see what I mean.
Told ya. You see, the same bloke slinging that sweet 405 MI16 also has some Schedule 1 weirdness to sell you. Only with an asking price of $8500, the first taste ain’t even close to free! Let’s see what we’ve got.
VW fanbois be all like “moar low,” CX owners be like whateves…
Yes friends, this car is a very rare (here at least) a 1986 Citroën CX. This car is fantastical. There’s really no other way to describe it. Whereas the DS was the goddess who delivered de Gaulle’s from death by angsty coffee-house types; and the SM was a glorious but ill-fated example of cross border Italiano-Franco cooperation; the CX was just bizarre — a completely fantastical experiment in French futurism. It’s like something out of a Moebius Mètal Hurlant comic from the 80s.
Single spoke steering wheel! Its like a spaceship in here!
A spacious spaceship that is, look at all that legroom!
The otherworldly nature of the CX extended beyond and below sheetmetal, too! Typical of Citroën of the day, the CX’s motive power was as unconventional as its looks. Power came via twin mounted J35-XSI Inertia Damping Generators which were in turn coupled to four phased-array emitters. This highly efficient, if volitate arrangement meant the CX was capable of stationary velocities in excess of .08 past light speed. In fact, in the late 80s René Arnoux made the Kessel Run in a factory prepped CX in under 8 parsecs! A feat that hasn’t been bested since.
Rise my servant, I command thee!
Wow, what a car! The internet is a glorious thing.
Work meetings had me out in the Jamaica Plain neighborhood in Boston a few weeks ago. The combination of a nice day, new phone (Samsung GS5!), and some serendipitous parking, made for some good car spotting.
Found these German siblings parked in some unmarked repair shop lot. Would happily have any of the three in my drive.
Not just Ze Germans, here, no the Swedes are most welcome too!
I spy, I spy, to peepin’ Germans.
This MG’s patina borders on neglect. Hope this one car gets the love and attention it deserves.
It’s not just old Saabs that seem to be following me, it also seems the General’s trucks keep popping in to remind me they still exist and to say hello. The red Silverado above was spotted in San Francisco and the C10 below was found down on the airbase in Alameda.
A study in beautiful decay.
Then, while in Hartford taking care of some wedding related errands, I came across this minty fresh C10 parked in the Nordstrom’s parking deck. Needless to say it was quite conspicuous amongst the fleet of luxe SUV, junior exe sedans and other adornments of our aspiration lifestyle.
I swear, since I bought my own Saab 900S sedan, I’m seeing them everywhere. Of course, seeing them everywhere is kind of a relative thing; what I’m saying is that for a low(ish) production car that hasn’t been built in more than 20 years, I’m seeing a lot of them! Bonus: both of these white knights were manuals!
The car above is a turbo, making it an 89-90 most likely. And it was an absolute gem – 120k on the clock, mint camel hued interior (no dash cracks), and a nice straight body. Makes me wanna get out and work on mine! If only the weather would cooperate…