It is on purpose that I am calling our car MY Saab. Vilay would always tease me in the US because I would refer to the car I had before our marriage as MY car. Of course after our marriage I put the title in both our names. Yet, it was a car that I bought new without ever knowing who my husband would be. I had two of them while driving this car. :D
My last child would have came home from the hospital in that same car (just like his three sisters) if he had been born in the U.S.
I bought my Saturn with a baby in my head. A baby that would ride in the backseat.
I looked for a car that was full of security. As much as I could afford on my salary.
I had that baby in 1995, 2002 and 2003.
I drove that car until we moved to France (almost ten years after I bought it brand new).
My (our) Saab is a car that drives well in snow and is glued to the road (from online reviews). It is everything that I have prayed for since Vilay told me we had to buy a car. I pray that it continues to be. With a three year guarantee (on a 2001 USED car) I feel pretty sure that we are blessed to have found this car.
We found it in Zurich since the car market
kinda REALLY sucks in the Jura and the Suisse Romande in general.
We are blessed to have family in France come to help us drive back and forth to buy the car and complete all the paperwork. Three days worth of buying and papering and picking up.
Thank you so much to our French family for ALL YOUR LOVE and HELP. Not only now. But throughout the years.
Vilay wanted me to take pictures of the car but I was in love with the tree above the car. I only wish that I could have captured it just as I saw it through my eyes. It was as if it was decorated just for us.
I drove my car (hehehe) and I was nervous.
Oh my, I was nervous.
If it had been in Ohio that I was driving (after six years of NOT driving) I wouldn’t have felt so nervous. But here in Switzerland, I don’t know the roads and there ARE NOT curve ahead signs with the suggested speed which makes me just FREAK the HELL out at each and every curve in the road.
THERE ARE LOTS OF FREAKING CURVES!!!
Other than that , I can see myself driving (in a month or so) with my knee while eating a hamburger and sipping a Coke. Just like I used to do in the good ol’ US of A.
I didn’t really do that.
Well… not at least… NOT ALL AT THE SAME TIME.
It, however, makes for a good story for Europeans that love to hate Americans. :D
Photos below are of my Saab with the most beautiful tree that my camera really sucked at capturing… Or, perhaps that was me???
No. It was the camera. That is my story and I am sticking to it and MY CAR!!!