If companies had realistic slogans...

11 years ago, I bought a used Saab from a dealership in Marin County and drove it back up to Mount Shasta (about 4 hours north of San Francisco.)

I spent $4,500 on the car.

And I'll tell you, I loved that frickin' car.

About a week after buying it, it needed a new half axle.

Because it's a Saab, nobody wanted to work on it in my sleepy little town.

Finally found a guy. He did a good job. Problem solved.

Whoops.

The fuel pump went out.

And accessing the fuel pump took a mechanic who really knew Saabs.

Uh oh...

The alternative was next. And yup, just because it's a Saab, everything costs more.

Blimey...

The power steering takes a fall.

Cha-ching, cha-ching...

A few more problems later (and well over $5,000 invested to fix the damn car,) I sold the bugger for a measily $750. (To a guy who, by the way, put in another $3,000 before getting rid of it himself.)

Now, whenever I see a Saab on the road, I cringe. They are my kryptonite!

So yeah, the tag works.

Mark