So back on track, back at the end of April the Paisley and I were on our way to work when she asks me "should that be coming from the front of the car?" pointing to the vaporous steam emanating from the grille.
"Uh no". "Shit".
As soon as the light was green I was out of there and made a beeline for the next street with no traffic and turned that car around and headed home with it. Good thing it was the morning commute and we were going against the traffic. I was breaking a few speed laws to keep that car as cool as possible.
Well we got it back and no issues, but man that thing smelled hot and it was sweating coolant from both heads much similar to the way booze sweats from a drunks pores. Not a pretty smell.
From there it was letting our offices know we wouldn't be in and then getting up to the credit union to secure a loan for a newer car. Done and done!! We were actually pretty well surprised with our credit scores (we knew they were good, but wow, they were better than we thought) and since we were only asking for a specific amount, we had instant approval.
Now the search was one. What would replace our now defunct green Sapporo can?
Stop groaning. I know all the acronyms. Shit I probably created a few myself.
Suckered Another American Buyer.
Sorry Ass Auto Builder
Anyway, back in my former life before being the Kilted Travel agent, I was a factory trained VW and SAAB parts dude. Hence my love for European autos.
Well the Paisley and I had gotten the Subaru home and walked to the park and ride and liberated our neighbours car and headed to our credit union to secure a car loan. About an hour later we were on our way out to head back home and begin the search for our next car.
We found several on line and narrowed them down to the ones we wanted to see and made calls and arrangements to see said SAABs or left messages.
Then Paisley ask me if I would consider one from a dealership.
A 2000 SAAB 9-5 with only 85,000 miles. It was a dream car. So off we went to view it.
It was a lovely clean car. I'd forgotten about the unique smell the leather of a SAAB has. It's very intoxicating! It was nice and soft as well for being 11 years old. This was a good looking car.
We spent the next 3-4 hours at the dealership driving and talking about the car and then deciding that this was the one for us.
When all was said and done we finally left the dealership about 4 pm with our new to us SAAB 9-5. That was April 21st.
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