Lance Cole is a writer living in England and has penned several books on automobiles and aviation. Saab enthusiasts would know him best for the book Saab 99 and 900: The Complete Story, which is an excellent and essential volume and available for sale at the SU Bookshop.
Click here to read all of Lance’s previous contributions at Trollhattan Saab.
Saab Encounters of the Further Kind – Lance Cole with a travelogue of another Saab day out…
Photos by the author – click to enlarge
As you can see from the photo, I coerced Drew B into backing the car down a boat ramp in search of a good shot. Gladly we did not test the car’s water handling capabilities…
The TTID was, and remains, one of my favourite cars – if I am paying the bills…
A year on, to the month, I found myself having further Saab encounters in Brittany- France, and Dublin.
Just as I found down under in Notes from a Saab Island, it seems the Saab love affair remains, all over the world. Australia was packed with Saabs. So too, are France and Ireland.
Perhaps because the French buy so many of their own cars, perhaps because they are so nationalistic (no judgement inferred), and perhaps because I have also owned some classic Citroens, the last thing I expected to find was a population of Saabs out in the backwoods of rural Brittany.
Brittany is the west tip of France – on the north the coast it is rugged and Celtic, in the south of the Department, it is warmer and softer; it’s a wonderful rural landscape of honeyed stone cottages and quintessential French geezers smoking stereotypically away as they quaff cheap wine, eat fresh fish and rabbit, all finished off with local cheese and proper, locally produced cider – ‘Cidre’: It is paradise. Oh and as you can see from the photo, the TV newsreader woman is stunning – makes watching TV worthwhile- shallow I know but c’est la vie….
The lanes and towns are populated by noisy old Citroens and Peugeots while Renaults potter about as well. I never saw a Honda, nor any of those wretched Hyundia-Kia things. As you know by now, I despise them utterly, despite so many journalists plugging their (fleeting) value for money.
But, while there were French cars, there were also Saabs – new and old. Now, that was not to be expected.