Yeah.  I know it’s hard for dealership service departments to implement any kind of statistical analysis on their processes.  Mainly, because the service managers on down are not the sharpest tools in the shed.

Then goddamn, what else isn’t being reviewed in this service department?  This brings to mind Van Halen demanding a bowl of M&Ms with all brown M&Ms removed in their dressing room.  If they can’t check the small shit, then everything else is suspect.

It appears that the sticker is personalized.  Otherwise, how could the “Thank you for your business!” line be altered to include an additional value?  

Exactly: When the service was done.

OK, I’m calling bullshit. 1. How would a cleaning crew have access and the ability to print oil change reminder stickers, complete with recommended mileage? 2. How would a cleaning crew know the race of a car owner when they were working “after hours”?

Experienced drivers would have headed to the right where there is snow instead of ice.   

Apparently, ABS doesn’t work in reverse with a Land Rover.  Not that it would have helped on glare ice...

The probability of communicating during an emergency is far outweighed by the continuous mindless rants from AM radio right wing nut jobs.

It’s not burnt.  It’s “rustic”.

Or a minivan.

They are definitely a solution in search of a problem.

Baltimore: The charm of the North and the efficiency of the South.

To be fair, Saabs have been parts bin cars for most of their run, along with Lotus and Delorean.  I wouldn’t kick any of them out of my garage.

6,500 miles per year is ideal.  It looks in good condition.  However, I still worry about parts availability.  I give it a reluctant NP.  

The only options that will take it out of “poverty spec” would be flip out rear side windows, a defroster in the rear window, and possibly chrome trim rings on the wheels. 

Waiting for the hate by the “4WD or nothing” crowd.  Sure, lug around an extra 600lbs. “just in case”, or the special cases that in reality result in <1% of use time.  

Versailles FTW!*

I would imagine that at 56k miles, something catastrophic is about to happen to the H(and)T(ightened)4100.

Anyone under 30 years old will not understand this.  

If you would have asked the best cars to have sex on, it would have been on the hood of my ‘74 Z-28.