It was on the Saab Festival 2010. And I was excited. Erik Carlsson was traveling with his friends in the Bilmuseum, and I took the courage to speak to him. Because he was the living Saab legend. However, courage was not needed, as was quickly established.
"Where are you from, my son ..." were his first words. And then he told about rallies in the Taunus, about his experiences in Frankfurt, and that he would start towards Hockenheim the next weekend.
His warmth of the heart, his Saab enthusiasm, his strong personality and the lovable way of dealing with people ... all of this could be felt in the first few words. "My son ..." that was more than a polite phrase to an excited fan. Saab was family to him, and everyone whose heart beat for Saab was part of his world.
A strong Saab heart stopped beating today. I have tears in my eyes as I write these lines. Erik Carlsson, Mr. Saab, was 86 years old. A blessed age, and yet ... We will miss you, Mr. Saab!