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I wanted one back in the early 80’s. There was one a couple blocks away for not much $$
Fast forward to a couple years ago I decided to look at them again. Found two that the guy had dragged out of the woods. No Floors. Not David Tracy rust laced floors with holes, but no floors, no trunk floors. a complete empty space between the frame rails. Found another one in seemingly decent condition, I went down the rust rabbit hole and this one looked not to bad. Like other tall guys discover that no I do not fit.
“One day I’ll tell you about the Simian Ejaculatron and the Yam Incident.” Oh, no you don’t. You don’t just drop that and walk away. One day, my ass. Now! Nownownownownow!!!!
I’m helping a friend rewire an old ice racer Sonnet….Yuck.
Although it is nice that he and I can just lift the entire fiberglass body off (I assume this is not nearly as easy, if at all possible, on a stock example).
Eh, hard pass on any stories of vivisection, thanks.
A front drive sports carwas definitely against the grain in the early 70s. But look at the competition for coupes. Opel is memtioned, and yes RWD. You had various Fiats, Karman Ghia. Maybe lump in the Capri. Heck, the Sonnet will hold its own against a Porsche 914 – flame away. My dad had one when I was a teen. Was great fun- especially when you let the back end slide around corners on gravel roads.
You are correct sir. My Dad had a 71 new in Colorado. That car would do some amazing shit as far as traction and handling. It also did some amazing shit when he was out of town and I got ahold of the keys. Good times. But it DT, you can say thank you/fuck you later.
I love it, it’s like if a first gen RX-7 and a second gen Barracuda had a baby and sent it off to a Swedish boarding school.
Oh that got a good belly laugh out of me!
Registered just to mention how refreshing it is to read David Tracy/Torch’s articles without having to see suggestions to read an article in a sister site discussing amber heard, some racist cop hurting someone or otherwise clickbait article designed to enrage.
One of my favorite cars… and this seems more like a Torch car than a Tracy car.
“Maybe we’ll go look at it.”
If either of you do end up with it, I think I still have a Sonett III gas cap in my parts heap to which you would be welcome, if needed. Other caps will fit but the correct cap for the III has a distinctive appearance; it’s prominently positioned on the car so having the right one is nice.
I’ve never owned a III but somehow I wound up with a gas cap. Of course.
Simian Ejaculatron sounds like one of those old pop-up advertisement-games that would show up various websites, like Taser the Gnome.
I once worked at another primate research center and I can attest that the monkey ejaculation contraption is real. Portland’s Willamette Week did a piece based on an undercover job there and used a pic of a monkey being ejaculated as the cover picture for the story, circa 2000. If I could have taken that thing home, I’d have never left the house again.
On to Sonnets. I actually like the II better, both because of looks and the problematics of the pop-up headlights on the III. I’ve been looking for a nice one for my Saab collection for a while, but the prices have crept up a lot lately, so it may never happen. In the condition I’d like, they’re north of 15K, but project condition, they can be had for peanuts. It’s surprising how many have survived.
Portuguese football legend Eusébio drove one of these and loved the car so much, he would later invest in a Saab dealership. The car resurfaced a few years ago and was fully restored.
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Don’t be an enabler. Help him get rid of a few cars before suggesting anything else. Sonnets are neat but they’re not worth a ton so he’ll be able to find deals years from now.
Only David could consider buying a fiberglass-bodied car that’s “too rusty.”
The chassis is still steel, and they were known for rusting out; especially where the floor pan meets the firewall, and along the rocker panels.
The “soccer ball” wheels that were an option on some of the Sonnet’s were some of my favorite wheels of that era.
Sing Me A Sonnet…. and I’ll tell you a SAAB story…
Welcome to the gathering. We’re not quite as exclusive as Torch’s automotive lighting enthusiasts group, but we have been kicked out of a few bars.
The important thing is to be prepared to claim and defend the position that whatever model one owns is the last “real” one, which is of course a silly thing to say about any of them except mine.
97 9000 CSE checking in
Count me as a fan of this SAAB story.
Document everything.
Great minds…
The lamps behind the grille are supposed to be driving lights, although it is true that some owners have put headlights there instead, sometimes going so far as to eliminate the pop-ups entirely.
I’m just 6′ 2″ and during my earlier stages of SAABophilia, I found one of these locally somehow. It was a true project car in every sense of the word, but it was all there. Anyway, I had an opportunity to sit in it and, at my size, it was just notgonnahappen.com. Those things make Miatas look spacious. It’s essentially a road legal go-kart. What a sick sense of humor the Swedes have to build something like this, that’s so incompatible with the vertically-gifted.
They were almost exclusively built for export to the US, just like Swedish Fish.
The guy on Vice Grip Garage bought one and he couldn’t get his head into it if I remember correctly
When the Sonett III came out I loved the way it looked and all the typical Saab quirkiness. Then finally I got to see one in person and while still loving the look, was shocked at how small the car was, kind of like I was the first time I got to see an Opel GT. Do they make them in small, medium and large? I’m 6’3″ and this is an auto frustration for life. Why are some of the coolest cars made only for those of petite size? Do they think they are the only people who have money to buy these?
Simian Ejaculatron? Not rusty Sonett?
I’m not sure which of these is more unbelievable.
Where are you guys seeing it as “not rusty”. I thought it was supposedly too rusty by this statement:
“…and has found one for sale that might be too rusty (I know, I know) but might be pretty good.”
What am I missing here? The picture? I doubt that’s the actual car they’re looking at.
I didn’t know one sentence could make me have so so many questions.
Sonetts are so cool. But, one that isn’t rusted? That’s a unicorn!
Chassis, I presume.
We need more vehicles painted in Pea green. The C8 Vette would be a good candidate.
That’ll work.
if he wants a little sporty car that are normally rust buckets steer him towards an Opel GT.
When I had my Sonett V4 (the version that looks almost entirely like a Sonett II but with a V4 instead of a two-stroke), I heard “Nice Opel!” far more often than anything else, correct identifications included.
“Sonett”, one n, two t’s. From “so nett” Swedish slang (or at least midcentury Swedish slang) for “so cool”, not from the poem.
I love them, they’re so ugly they’re cool. It almost looks like a placeholder body car companies use for prototype testing while an Italian design house is working on the final styling.
The one-N Sonett,
He’s a Swede.
The two-N sonnet,
Verse you read.
And I would bet
An Easter bonnet
There ain’t no
Two-N, two-T sonnett.
(Apologies to Ogden Nash.)
Okay, okay, I fixed it, sorry. Nice poem, though.
Thanks! It’s not my poem but I have found it useful.
You, um, missed one, though. Appropriately enough it’s where you declare that “Saab Sonnets exist.”
A Swedish car, with engines of odd shape,
Doth vex mechanics all over the globe.
They try to fix them with electric tape,
And time their fickle motors with a strobe.
The Sonett, Ninety-Six, and Ninety-Five,
Were first equipped with motors of two-strokes.
But this technology did not stay alive,
For who wants an automobile that smokes?
The later Ninety-Nine was turbocharged,
With engine oriented in reverse.
Other models throughout the years enlarged,
But poor Saab could not ‘scape the General’s curse.
No more do they have magic ‘neath the bonnet.
And now there does exist a true Saab sonnet.
(yes, there might be a couple of places where the meter doesn’t quite work. I’m still on my first cup of coffee.)
Ahem.
In your Saab Sonett
With all the rust upon it
You’ll be the strangest person in the Easter parade
Oh, I could write a sonnet
About your Saab Sonett
And of the guy removed from the Easter parade
(Apologies to Irving Berlin and anyone over the age of 70)