According to this writeup at Autoblog, Saab will be reporting to the district court in Vänersborg on Monday, which isn’t surprising and that “[t]here are reported to be nearly 20 interested parties looking into what Saab has to offer after the company filed for [bankruptcy] protection in February,” which is.
Only once have I ever gotten seat time in a Saab, in a middle-1980s 900 hatch, and the experience was memorable, not just for the inevitable fumbling for the ignition switch (between the seats, as usual), but for the ease with which the little Swede slipped through traffic on I-40 westbound, and for the prodigious noise from under its beak.
“Um, you’re going a trifle fast,” came the voice from the passenger seat.
I looked at the dash again, and for some reason, I’d conflated speedo and tach; I was doing somewhere upwards of 80 and still in third gear, yet.
The trick, of course, was to slow down without looking like I was slowing down. I’m better at that now than I used to be.
And the experience of one driver, for less than one hour, a quarter of a century ago, counts for nothing in this matter, but I still hope someone manages to save Saab.