It’s a sickness. You can’t have just one, it’s like the Swedes dipped them in crack before they shipped them on their way.
By sight, you can identify the year, engine, wheel style and rarity, overall condition and speed of any Saab you see in the wild, and can recite an endless stream of obscure data about how they were engineered, how safe they were, and how badly General Motors screwed them over.
You are, after all, one of us. Show your pride!
Yellow on antique royal blue.