This is a very special post. I’ve done a lot of things in life that I never thought I’d do, largely thanks to my work revolving around Saab Automobile. I’ve travelled quite a bit, covered some wonderful motor shows and other events, I’ve worked in Sweden for Saab and most importantly, I’ve met some absolutely wonderful people all around the world.
Maybe all of that would have happened anyway, but it didn’t all just “happen”. It happened primarily because a friend of mine bought a Saab back in the 1990’s. That guy was Nathan.
In the beginning, there was Rachel. We met in our early 20s at a college in Melbourne and were part of a group of friends who did a LOT of stuff together. From the car races to the bakery at morning tea to hanging out at Philip Island, it was a great time. Rachel’s family had a farm in Gippsland, in Victoria’s south-east and we’d visit there occasionally, too. It was at the farm that I first met Nathan, Rachel’s brother.
Nathan’s a few years younger than me and I was in my early 20’s at the time, so it came as a fairly big surprise to see him roll up one day in a 1986 Saab 9000 Turbo. The car would have only been 5 or 6 years old and worth a fair bit of money in early 1990’s dollars. European cars seemed to run in the family, though. Rachel had a Peugeot and Mum, Judy, had a Volvo 760 Turbo.
Nathan’s 9000 was the first Saab I ever rode in myself and the first Saab I drove. I’ve written about the experience once before, a post called The Damascus Road (at 200 km/h). We had an absolute blast in that car and for a kid who was only used to old Holdens and Fords, the Saab was a revelation. That car was so much of a revelation, in fact, that it shaped much of my adulthood and those driving experiences carry a fair bit of responsibility for the fact that you’re reading these words on your computer screen right now.
Time marches on. I moved to Tasmania in 1995 and haven’t seen much of Nathan since then. I’d heard that he moved to South Australia and had done a few other things with his life, as we all tend to do. Just before I moved to Tassie back in the mid-1990’s, Nathan had been tempted to trade his 9000 on a Toyota Rav4. I was with him at the time and talked him out of it. Because of that, though, I didn’t have any high expectations for him staying with Saab for very long thereafter.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
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