The Prodigal Saab Arrives

We found a haulier to pick up the car, and she bounced her way up the motorway to Leeds on the back of a trailer. She arrived in the gloom of an October night, floating high in the air like a bird. I’d forgotten what a remarkable shape the 900 is - you could almost place a mirror between the front and back doors and not be able to tell the difference. The windscreen is almost vertical with a beautiful sweeping curve and the bumpers stick out like park benches. My wife’s family used to do just that; many a picnic was had on the back bumper!

The first hurdle was trying to start the engine. We failed repeatedly to bump it from our 9-5, so we had to roll it off the trailer into the garage. I exhausted myself trying to wiggle it into position with one handed full lock after full lock (no power steering with the engine off!) but we got it into place eventually.