Maybe One Day I'll Want A Vette

Saab has been pulled back from the brink, being sold to a tiny specialty-car manufacturer presumably named after a male porn icon. I had vowed never to buy another GM car in my life if they managed to kill my favorite car brand. But I'm not sure if driving Saab deep into the red then selling them to a company that halfway looks like a money laundering operation for the Russian mob is so much better than killing the poor company.

In any event, while they live, I urge you to buy a Saab! My 9-3 convertible gets admiring looks from every kid in the neighborhood, fits four big guys -- or three and their golf bags -- is a joy on sunny days and plows through blizzards that stop everyone else except SUVs and drunks. Admittedly, taking it to the corner gas station for repairs is highly inadvisable; I upgraded my AAA membership just so I could tow it from anywhere in the region to a Saab dealer or (preferably) my favorite independent Saab-only mechanic. I've owned American, German, and Japanese cars before I started buying Saabs. But having a cool car that you don't see a ton of on the road, is a joy to drive, fuel-efficient, reasonably priced and (mostly) practical, is why I remain part of their "famously devoted customer-base."