Part 3: 1000 km in a row to Croatia
Dear readers, as I wrote in the first and second reports some time ago, it was a long road to the Swedish brand for me. By now I was the proud owner of two Saabs.
An 95 Aero built 06 and a 92er Saab 9000.He came quite secretly. And became my favorite. Scarab green metallic with Pamir leather trim. Since he was in the household, I often read the 95er. Deliberately.
He ran and ran. Without problems.
Summer 2015. Holiday is announced.
Yes, even if we feel the deepest autumn. Yes, we were able to drive in the T-shirt Saab two months ago.
Back to the summer.
Destination: Croatia. With three children it was logical - I had to drive a car. Driving a long car. My decision was made - can you risk that in a 23 year old car? Sometimes I'm crazy, but I'm far from tired of life. That's why we went to the Saab Center in Zwickau. Inspection and review - so that everything runs in the green.
Short call came back - all ok. Except for the V-belt. He would be extremely vulnerable. So quickly ordered and exchanged. So prepared he was ready. And all the circle of friends looked at me with big eyes.
Yes I do. Basta. The End. Eventually it started. The children in the back with the toys and coloring books in a good mood. It should be very hot. The climate ran and ran. Sometimes almost too cold. Although many do not understand - the 2.3-16 V without turbo is not a lame journeyman.
180, 190 and he just needs his 10 liter.
Many wonder if you suddenly appear with your dinosaurs in the rearview mirror. 1.2 TSI- well, thank you Mr. Neighbor- was a nice try. Uphill. Go mow the lawn and don't drive it! First stopover - Austria. 600 km are gone. The tank almost empty. We get out - no back pain.
The next day it continues. It gets very hot. Traffic jam - traffic jam everywhere. Karawanken tunnel. And uphill in stop and go. The clutch is still the first at 205.000 km. And I don't notice any slip.
So far, no older car has overtaken me. If I have ever seen one. I do not think so. The next day the outdoor thermometer shows 37 degrees. Actually, we only drive 400 km today and should be there 13: 30 loud Navi.
But it turned out quite differently.
In Slovenia from the highway down is nothing more. Traffic jam. Fast stop. We are in the Adriatic sun unprotected - armed only with the air conditioning. She runs and cools. At some point I make the mistake and regulate a little warmer, so that the temperature difference is not too high between interior and exterior.
It does not cool anymore. At some point I get cold water on my feet when disengaging. Luckily, the seats are bright and we still have a sunroof. It is progressing extremely slowly. Its getting warmer and warmer.
And the coolant temperature keeps rising. I watch her closely.
Off and engage uphill. Already two hours like that. The first vehicles are at the edge with the bonnet open. None of them are older than 10 years.
And my green?
Runs and cools. The needle is increasing more and more. Is slowly getting close to red. And there it stays. I hope for the best. He holds on. Until evening 20: 00 clock. 10 hours for 400 km. The kids are all. Me too. In the two weeks he always runs inconspicuously. Also the air conditioning.
Towards the end of the holiday, I worry about whether I have to do this again - Saturdays. This traffic jam in the return journey. And the heat.
The Saab wrapped in dust runs and runs. And reap respectful looks there as well. Because he still drives and that very well. So it was my will, Friday evening to night. Then it's cooler, less traffic and the kids sleep.
On Friday is also crazy hot. 39 degree. I fill it up to the brim.
17: 00 clock start! My little Talladega - Run has started!
It is a bit tough at the beginning. Then on the highway - always what is legally allowed. The trunk is full - also with wonderful Croatian schnapps.
Sehr zu empfehlen.
It runs like clockwork. The Tank? Will not be empty. At night at twelve in Austria short check. Refueling? I want to see how far I'm getting.
In Germany I let him run. Always 180. Unfortunately, the H1 light is not the world - not even with the best accessory bulbs on the market.
But he drives.
After 770 km I have to raus- refueling in Bavaria. 60 liter. Under 8 liters! I've never used that much. The 2.3 purrs like a kitten. It goes past Munich, Nuremberg and Hof.
I'm at home shortly after four in the morning.
I turn off the engine and look back - all sleeping - with the reading lamp switched on. I wonder about this car. 23 years old? I get out and feel the warm summer night. 1000 km in one go. Nonstop. Without seat complaints.
At home on long journeys ...