I actually never heard of these until a couple of months ago, when I saw a rusted hulk for sale on Kijiji. I could barely imagine what the car looked like when it was new from that sad, poor example. This one looks to be in amazing condition and - dare I say it? - looks like a Datsun 240Z (or 260Z) copy. https://bringatrailer.com/listing/1973-saab-sonett-iii-6/
They are pretty nice if odd little sports cars, a friend of mine from High School came from a Saab Family. He drove an earlier version powered by the 3 cylinder 2 stroke engine. With the Fiberglass Body and all those power strokes fron the 2 stroke it was actually fun to drive, stank to drive behind it though. I remember him adding oil to the gas. It sounded really odd at high RPM's. But that little smoky engine did haul that light little car around faster than my worn out TR3 could go! The example on BAT is almost normal compared to the one I used to ride in. With its even nimber of cylinders (even if it is a V4) and 4 Strokes! Much higher option car also. The design is actually much earlier than a Z-Car
The afore-mentioned hulks. Sad little critters, ain't they? https://www.kijiji.ca/v-classic-cars/mississauga-peel-region/saab-sonnetts/1592388107
“The car is supplied with a spare parts, seat fabric, a Sonett service manual, and a Saab parts microfiche and reader.” Well, hot damn! A parts microfiche *and* reader. Young’uns will be baffled by this.
I saw that! I haven't used one of those sense the mid 1980"s. The Turbo Prop Irish built Shorts 360's my then employer operated had all the manuals stored that way. The larger airlines used the canister type reader not the individual sheet style. Memories
Sadly most of the “youngens” will think microfiche is on the sea food side of the menu, and is an adorable crustaceans a tad bigger than an anchovy.
Sold for $14,300. Previously sold on BAT in February 2020 for $9,850. True story. Three of us were working late one night in the early '80s and our boss came in and told us that he was "going to bring us a tray of fish". "Great, we thought, it's late and we haven't had any dinner." Of course, what he meant was a "tray of fiche" that we needed in our work. But he pronounced it "fish" and it got our tummies rumbling at the thought of a fish dinner. (True to his word, he returned later that night with a tray of microfiche, and we realized we would be eating another late-night dinner at home.)
