FIRE SALE! All subsidiaries must go!

So, Saab is filing for bankruptcy--or rather the GM subsidiary, Saab, files for bankruptcy. It appears the Swedes won't help GM by giving them more money. I'm shocked! note the exaggerated sarcasm

I'm the first to admit I don't understand the world of finance and big business. It doesn't, however, come as a surprise that GM is having to scramble to reorganize Saab so they can try and sell them. Of course, selling Saab won't save GM, especially if the gazillions of dollars the U.S. government has already given GM can't save them.

What does this mean for me and my Saab? Probably nothing. I'm not under any kind of warranty and I don't ever go to the dealer (unless I need my remote key programmed). It does mean I probably won't be replacing the Vig with a new Saab any time soon. Yeah, 'cause that was going to happen!! note even more exaggerated sarcasm

Read the full story here: CTV.ca: Saab files for bankruptcy protection from creditors

Damn big rigs!

Well, I'm back. Of course, it's only to bitch about spending more money on the Saab. This time, however, it's not Vig's fault. While driving the other day a big rig idiot decided he wanted to be exactly where I was. Since two solid objects can't occupy the same space (at least not in this reality), I had to swerve fiercely to the right to avoid getting crushed. All the while, Jonah's in the backseat watching birds (the top was down) and talking to himself—ah, the obliviousness of youth!

To prove my theory that two solid objects can't occupy the same space, there was a kindly curb corner where I was trying to be. Right front wheel, meet curb corner. Curb corner, meet right front wheel. I pulled over into a parking lot (which was conveniently there) and when I was finished cursing and screaming, got out to check my wheel. Curb 1-Vig Wheel 0.

I guess I'm lucky that my tire didn't blow. The wheel has bent in and my alignment now sucks. After a lot of internet searching, I finally found my wheel online. Of course it's discontinued, but my luck has held out and I think I'm getting the last one on the planet. It's even local (Miami, but that's close enough) so I'm hoping it will arrive on Monday (12/22).

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

1947 Saab Ursaab

Now that's a rag taap day!

In my last post What if it rains? I pondered over those brave souls who challenge the weather gods and drive with their tops down when the sky looks threatening. Not I. I'm a wuss. My birthday, however, did provide a brilliant rag taap day:




Fluffy little clouds, playing with the sun. A little spirited driving, with some good tunes. On the way to my birthday massage.

That's livin'!