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The fuel tank had about an 8 gallon capacity. Some of these cars had oil injection but this one did not. You drove until the low fuel warning light illuminated in the fuel gauge. At the service station you dumped a quart of 2 cycle oil in the tank and then filled up with gas. I developed the habit of placing my foot on the rear bumper and rocking the car during the fill up to help mix the oil. It smoked some and sounded somewhat like a chainsaw.
It was a very cute car and I miss it.
A friend of mine living at a Harvard co-op in thee 80s bought one in just that color for the price of a dollar when another co-op member was leaving. Scott later went on to drive the Saab from Boston to California after I repaired the hole in the exhaust pipe with a cut up beer can and some bailing wire.
ReplyDeleteI can envision his struggle up and over the continental divide!
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