There is this point where one can only wait. The Saab is on the van in a distant country. It then rolls off. In the direction of Germany, one hopes. And wishes that the 9-5 would be well received. What remains is just patience and the nervous calculation of when the Saab could arrive.
Mid-June in Barcelona. Everything is going very quickly now. Lizi has found a Polish freight forwarder who can take the Saab to Germany. A place on the trailer is still free, the price for the transport is within the normal range. We accept!
The departure is supposed to be on a Thursday and we're discussing where to deliver the 9-5 to. To my home or to the hangar? I'd rather have my home address, the driver prefers the hangar. This is a little closer to the autobahn and Frankfurt. The detour to the Bavarian province would involve a detour of a good hour.
He doesn't like that, he has to earn money after the lockdown and he finally wants to go to Poland. I understand that and it helps to have a good relationship with the carrier. Departure from Barcelona Thursday, arrival in the hangar on Saturday evening - before the driving ban on Sunday applies.
But as always, things turn out differently. Transport is not making headway in Spain, a public holiday slows him down, and so it will be Friday before he arrives in Barcelona and can charge the Saab 9-5. On Friday afternoon the time has finally come, the 9-5 is on the trailer behind a Nissan. At least one nice car on the van!
But the wonderful plan is obsolete, and all arithmetic doesn't help. The Aero will never arrive in Hessen on Saturday. If I calculate the Sunday driving ban and the statutory driving times, then I arrive at an early Monday around 3 or 4 a.m. If that were on my doorstep, I would have no problem. But already now. Because it takes me around 30 minutes to get to the hangar. And no idea when the transport will really arrive.
I have a slight crisis. And I'm not alone with this.
Lizi has them too. The pain of parting plagues him, and somehow he doesn't like to let go of the Aero that he has taken care of for so many months. In fact, I get an email from him regarding the right of first refusal if I want to sell the 9-5. Sure, he gets it, and if the Saab ever leaves me, Lizi has preferred access.
But it hasn't landed on me yet.
The driver progresses slowly but surely, keeping in touch with Lizi, who luckily speaks Polish in addition to his many language talents. It comes as feared! Somewhere, far from Frankfurt, the journey ends on Saturday evening. The arrival on Monday morning remains an approximate, the driver really doesn't want to or can't commit himself.
Still, it's good to have friends. A good friend lives in the vicinity of the hangar and he offers to pick up the Saab. No matter when, he says. No stress, no uncertainty and no arrival in the middle of the night. A weekend goes by very, very slowly.
In slow motion.
With waiting for a car that is on the road somewhere and that I bought months ago.