If you've been reading this blog for a while, you'll remember when I was struck by the resemblance between the Saab 9-2 and my Subaru wagon. I got some pictures of the Saab and compared it to my car and came to the conclusion that it was, in fact, a Subaru sold as a Saab. Thus the Saabaru moniker was born. Yesterday I was coming home from school and saw what I thought was a Chevy Blazer in the left turn lane facing me, except it had a Saab badge on the hood. Well, today I did some research and discovered that the SUV I saw was actually a Chevy Trailblazer reskinned as a Saab. Thus is born the Saabrolet moniker."Saab Cars has never made a dime of profit for Saab-Scania or GM after the company took it off the Swedish aerospace company's hands. Today's Saab lineup today: a 9-3 made from a GM platform that carries the Chevy Mailbu and others; a 9-7, an SUV spun off the Chevy Trailblazer; the 9-2, a reskinned Subaru WRX. And the 9-5, which is the last of the platforms originated by Saab's Swedish engineers."
(Quote from http://www.businessweek.com/, their "The Auto Beat" article dated January 10, 2006)
Saab's current 4-car lineup :
1. The 9-2 or Saabaru, exactly the same thing as my Impreza Wagon.
2. The 9-3 or Saabrolet, not exactly a Malibu, but an offspring of it.
3. The 9-5, the only real Saab left.
4. The 9-7 or another Saabrolet, basically the same thing as the Chevy Trailblazer
I don't know about the rest of you, but I love the new choices we have since all these "cross-the-pond" mergers. We can now pay $20,000 more for a Ford Crown Vic badged as a Jaguar, a Chevy Impala in Saab clothing or the really cool Chrysler Pacifica prancing aorund as a Mercedes or, just to annoy Danny, as a Jeep Compass. Yup. We're much better off than when there was a real difference between foreign and domestic cars and trucks. Much Better.
8 comments:
Well, I'd never notice the car-morphing, but the English teacher in me really appreciates your word-morphing.
By the way, I realize that calling those 7 digits to get my phone is a real challenge for you. This is just to reassure you that I am not currently husband hunting, nor do I have a permit, so you are quite safe. I'm really just interested in seeing you more often than once every 6 months (which is what it's been since I moved back from Scotland in 2005) and in spending occasional time with someone who a) is lacking the second X chromosome and estrogen surges, b) is old enough to drive, and c) is young enough to walk. (Hence, all those men at the Veterans' Nursing Home don't count).
However, since you are dragging your feet about this (even though you get to spend time with me AND get a free tee shirt in the bargain -- lucky you), what d'ya say to Tuesday at the TGI Fridays in Foothill? And if so, what time?
(Or you could just call you know....)
Bravo, Bravo. Guilt Trip deluxe. My Grandma Ida would be proud of you.
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I'll call.
Good boy. ;)
And was this a grandmother on the Jewish side or the Italian side? Either way, it's quite a compliment. Both groups of women can really do the guilt thing.
My mother's side of the family - she was your perfect stereotypical New York Jewish grandmother. To the "T".
And why haven't you been calling me either, eh Steve?
Haven't even talked in like... 2 years! Should go out drinking sometime ;)
Well, there could be a good reason I never call you - I don't have your phone number. As for going out drinking - as long as you're over 21.......
Twenty-one? I thought we could meet up in Toronto or something. The US is too uptight.
Ahhh, Canada. We could even get married while we're there.
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