When you change from 9-3 II to 9-5, it's the ascent to another class of vehicle. It is September, the exit of the Saab friends Saxony has just come to an end. I had brought the 9-3 II to Saxony after being in Frankfurt LED daytime running lights had received.
During the trip I was more or less enthusiastic about driving the 9-3 II, because it has a diesel under the bonnet. And diesel has never been my thing. But now, finally, the change. Walnut wood, dark leather, wonderful! The 9-5 exudes seriousness. Even at a slightly older age. Welcome Home…
Paul has thrills for me. As always…
The journey goes in the direction of Frankfurt / Main, first over small country roads. Then over the highway. Several 100 kilometers lie ahead of me, and after a diesel day I'm looking forward to each one of them. But Paul would not be Paul if he did not have some thrill.
Already on the way to the freeway, I noticed that something was wrong. The 9-5 does not run as smoothly and cultivated as usual, more a bit out of round, inharmonious. Paul starts to jerk on the highway. Not dramatic, but noticeable. I look at the navigation system, see the kilometers that lie in front of me ... the worry lines on my forehead deepen. In my mind I go through what has been renewed. Or, the shorter list, which has not been replaced. The only item left is the ignition cassette. It won't ...
The kilometers go by, the Saab is actually a great touring car. He is very serious and fed up on the street. The 19 ″ tires reinforce the impression. The air conditioning is perfect, the seats are super comfortable. When darkness falls, they do
H4 H7 lamps a good light, the green cockpit lighting is very pleasant.
If it weren't for this slight, subliminal jerking, everything would be fine. Are we going to run aground? Somewhere in the deepest Saxony or Thuringia. I have stayed in a car for the rest of my life. That was many years ago - back then with my 1972 MGB. Which was not due to the English roadster, but to my inexperience. And it's a different story from a time when there were no cell phones.
But the miles pass, Paul jerks on towards Bavaria, and Bamberg is almost within reach. The optimist in me gains the upper hand, an emergency stop Ralf Muckelbauer is discarded, over Schweinfurt and Würzburg it goes on. In the end, Paul and I arrive home well. Meanwhile relaxed, but also a bit helpless.
The helplessness increases, because the good old Saab with the end of the ride also makes the judder. The rest of the season he runs without problems, also proves to be a loadmaster, in which you can stow two antique leather chairs. A high-utility wagon that has more load capacity than an 9-3 II. He drives as if nothing had happened. Jerk-free, rattle-free, comfortable. Great handling, like a modern car. But good, the suspension is almost completely new.
Hirsch performance upgrade for our Saab?
Only the temperament leaves much to be desired. The 9-5 station wagon is heavy, and in the direct comparison to a Saab 9000 with the same engine quite sluggish. But Saab wanted it that way then. Away from the lightweight, away from the avant-garde of a Saab 9000 that GM must have hated. For the 9-5 is just absolutely reputable, a little Mercedes in a positive sense. This is reflected in consumption. The 10 liters are on average, but not much less.
A friend recently gave his 9-5 a deer performance boost. The sedan is almost unrecognizable, it has become agile and so typical of turbo-saab stupidity. Paul would be fine too.
Only: For Paul's model year supplies Deer no more. Maybe, if we get a budget together again for 2018, would you be persuaded in Ruckstuhl and give the good station wagon a power cure? At least I will try.
Even if Mark and I were only able to achieve a fraction of what we had planned with the Projektsaab in 2017, it is clear that the old station wagon has become an attractive car thanks to many helpers. With a few minor flaws. Like the SID, which only shows no pixel errors in cool temperatures. Or the gear knob, which is no longer really nice.
The Saab spends the next few months in the hangar. For the first time in many years he is allowed to hibernate in the dry. He deserves it. I have time to do a few small things. And in 2018 we are looking for a new owner for him and donate the proceeds to a good cause.