I had two of them a decade or so back. Safest-feeling car I’ve ever driven in the rain. So sorry I sold them—moved out of the USA and couldn’t import them to my new home.

“Yuinoshi” design language?

Note the blacked out SUV parked in the first pass and following in the second. Tribal.

That’s Quentin Crisp!!!

“deactivate any partner...” Orwellian.

You sure it’s not “idiot secrecies?”

Sounds like 1234,11

“An old lathe with no safety guard”. HaHAAAA! Coffee spit, etc. The funniest simile I’ve read since Uncle Tom McCahill hung up his Cadillac shoes...

Nice try. “Ostensibly”.

Glad you finally got to be the center of attention! We know that was a primary reason for your importation.

C’mon. You’re the “driver” of a luxury appliance that was created for those who couldn’t tell a bezel from a bevel (gear).

So, the “enthusiast” designed it for himself?

Well, factory tool kit LID is in excellent nick...

So, you measure beauty and awe-inspiration using some mystical formula that involves paper-cut scoop propagation, eye of newt, wheelbase divided by track multiplied by total height as measured in cubic cubits, and factored with the mental age of a narcissistically-injured asshole con man and his many wannabee Mittys?

Ummmm...AMEN.

I drove SAAB turbo 3-doors and convertibles for about 500,000 miles from 1980 until 2008, when my fourth—a GM-reengineered Turbo convertible—began exhibiting transmission problems at 140K miles. The cars started out fantastic and quirky (wish I still had my Carmine Red 1980 Turbo 3-door with the Formula Hammurabi…

Good chuckle, Doug! Several, in fact!

My Twattroporte has petrified egg foo yung packed around the subwoofer in the passenger’s side front footwell. Car made in Italy, sub made in China?

In six weeks of daily dillying my newish Maser QP GT-S around the SF Bay area, I’ve yet to see another, though we have at least 4 Maser dealers up here.