So I went to a guy's house today, a bloke called Olle. He has several Saab 96 and 95s. So I went to see his shop and see what kind of madness he has cooking over there. He has a strong accent and is hard to understand. Our time was cut short because it is insanely cold out and it was getting dark outside.
It's interesting that not just mopar people have this sickness. Mad car disease knows no boundaries and extends to every make and model and years.
It's a beautiful thing, when you are compelled to nurture a car of any kind. :p