It’s not easy to admit saving this (my) Saab was a bad idea, but I can’t help that I’m hopelessly romantic. I fell for the hard-won notion of bringing a car back from the brink of destruction, but that was the catalyst to my own financial ruin.
The blown motor’s timing was terrible. Prior it’s premature death I’d spent hard earned credit on brakes, bodywork, paint, front axels, and a power steering pump. I asked too much WaSaabi’s Subaru built motor to get me home after attending a car show in August of 2015. A trusted mechanic said head gasket failure was responsible for the catastrophic event, and my only hope was a good salvage motor. But a reclaimed EJ205 wouldn’t enough to keep things running for years to come and it was worked over. The EJ’s head gaskets, water pump, thermostat, timing belt, drive belts, alternator, and clutch were all replaced by people fueled by their passion for cars.
Getting the car back after months of waiting on New Year’s eve was almost too much for to bare. My eye’s welled and my heart was off a beat during the ride home. This was partially because of the emotional journey I’d been though, and also the fumes that were permeating the cabin. After a trip to my friendly Subaru dealer in Countryside Illinois I learned that raw fuel leaks were common problem in cold weather where EJ205s were concerned, and the turbos coolant reservoir had a hairline crack. A few hoses, clamps, fuel return lines, both intake manifold gaskets, hose ducts, intercooler gasket, solenoid valve, and a brand new plastic coolant reservoir later the smells were gone. While they were at it they adjusted the motor mounts and replaced one of the front axles which, thankfully, was under warranty. A few months later this same shop replaced valve cover gaskets, and I would realize that I’m in too deep.
Now selling the car is my best chance at redemption or at least it could get me closer to restitution. After going through hell to get a Saab 9-2x Aero back to mechanically immaculate condition I have to sell it. Ironically, the cost of getting it fixed was just too much for me to take on, and the only time I don’t regret the debt is while driving this amazing machine. The blood & oil put into it won’t come close to the credit card payment that comes out of WaSaabi’s sale.
And soon this sob story will be all I’ve got.