I guess it started before I was born: my dad bought a Saab in Germany in 1967, a 96 2-stroke, shown here with some distant relatives in France and my mom. Filthy guy on left was a farmer, not a slob. ;-)
Dad would go on to own a bunch more (still has two). I inherited his nearly used-up '78 99 in high school. Pic below is just after an Earl Scheib re-spray (with atrocious prep done by yours truly -- it was a 30-footer even after the paint). The car had at least 300,000 miles on it by then, and it was still running when I had to get rid of it with 348,000:
I picked up this '89 900 Turbo in '98; it remained my daily until just a few years ago. It's got 265,000 on it, third gearbox, <super dork>and my favorite--and very rare--'90s Saab rims, from a V6 9000.</super dork> Shown here shortly before being stolen -- it's a myth that your 5-speed won't be ripped off cuz thieves can't drive stick...
I saw this '86 2-door "notchback" on the side of the road, left a note on the windshield, and bought it for $400 in 2003 or so. A rare car in the U.S., only a few thousand notchbacks made it over here, and only in '85-'86. Saab built them so they could cut the roof off and make convertibles. They're lighter/stiffer than hatchbacks. I added 100% more turbo and a bunch of other stuff, but the truth is, it's a languishing unfinished project.
This is my buddy's '85 Turbo, since sold, which we drove well north of the Arctic Circle in a winter Alcan 5000 event. With 250,000 miles on it. It was a TSD car, and I worked on it so much and spent so much time in it that it merits including here. This shot was taken at the edge of the Arctic Ocean, reached via ice road in Feb.
A co-worker sold me this '04 9-5 Arc for $800 a few years ago. It was a boring, unreliable turd, so we called it the Silver Toaster. It's still boring and silver, but just rolled 200,000 and we now like it well enough that my partner insisted we be more positive about it, so she renamed it Pegasus.
And last, not a car I ever owned or had anything to do with, but a shot from Saab when they introduced the '85 900 16V Turbo. The local dealer sent us a postcard of it, saying we ought to come buy one. My parents weren't interested. I kept the postcard for years; wish I still had it.
Isn't it funny how, as adults, we come to identify so strongly with and devote so much energy to things as mundane as the cars we rode around in as children?