It's been two months since the Saab Festival ended in Trollhättan. A rainy but still terrific weekend, which deserves a final report. High time to complete one of the most important Saab events in line with the blog!
Thursday, 6:00 a.m., the alarm clock rings early. Even if the starting point of arrival is in Hamburg, it is still just over 700 km to the destination - an early departure also ensures that you don't get stuck in the Hamburg rush hour. At least that's the theory - which we have to put aside after 10 minutes of driving. Traffic jam. Naturally. Hamburg is the city with the most traffic jams behind Berlin and Munich, the permanent construction site A7 could be a not insignificant reason. The small convoy, consisting of a 900i and 9-3 SC, first warms up while standing.
Just 20 minutes later then free ride. There is nothing in the way to Trollhättan. It goes briskly direction Puttgarden, in Denmark take the Saab sightings jump. Scandinavian is typical with 110 km / h to the port of Elsinore.
A Swiss dream
Hardly arrived at the ferry dock follows the first automobile highlight of the tour. While we wait for our passage at the counter, a Bordeaux-red 900 Aero rolls on. Typical pithy turbo sound fills the check-in area. As it happens, all three Saab are assigned to the same lane. A young guy gets out, we're right by the door and sneaking around the cars. He has been on the road for a few days and has taken the long journey from Switzerland. He quickly admits that he was looking forward to the German Autobahn. Finally give the Aero the deserved run out before it gets more civilized again in Scandinavia.
The Swedish customs
So it goes on the whole ferry trip, and in the end only the Swedish customs can separate us. The red Saab is waved directly out and we are questioned. What we want in Sweden? We answer truthfully with the visit of the festival. The lady of the customs looks irritated. Festival? In Trollhattan? She knows nothing about that. We explain briefly, but the irritated look remains. Whether we want to belong together she still wants to know. We say no, but probably could have answered yes to the answer as well. She lets us pass and we leave the red turbo behind at customs.
In the early evening we arrive in Trollhättan. Finally. After just under 30 degrees on the way there it cools down in Trollhättan within a few minutes. Three rainstorms later and zack - 16 degrees and wind. It gets uncomfortable. Just eat something, refuel and go to the accommodation - so at least the plan. Justus has found a special kind of accommodation. Even in his accommodation - Saab first! His landlord greets him with the words "I think I built your car". Instead of introducing itself by name, the model year of the 900 has priority. Only later it turns out that Per (sometime we know his name after all) worked in the 80er years at Saab on the assembly line for the 900er. A former Saab employee as landlord - and the festival. What is better?
A visit to Saab ANA
Later that evening, we head for a gas station at the former Saab ANA building. Instead of 5 minutes we spend almost an hour at the pump. Blame are the countless Saabs that rush through the huge roundabout every few seconds. Various 9-3 Griffin models, newly restored 9000er, tuned 9-5er and classic 96er.
We stop counting after a few minutes, it's just useless. It's one of those brief moments in which it almost seems Saab has never been away. So many Saab - a dream. And the festival has not even started yet. But the big BMW logo on the ANA building quickly brings us back to reality. Enough of the reverie. The cars have been full for a long time. So collect all credit cards and back to the accommodation. Finally there are enough highlights waiting for us!