1987 SAAB 9000 review from UK and Ireland

A plethora of dashboard electrical problems.

Interior door trim fell into the road!

Various items of poorly-designed trim became loose of fell off altogether.

Cruise control failed on numerous occasions.

Heated seats failed on numerous occasions.

Alternator failed at 66,000 miles.

Sunroof had a tendency to jam.

Horn circuit failure at 80,000 miles.

Door locks extremely susceptible to freezing during cold weather.

Bought under Saab's "Approved Used" scheme with a full service history - carried out by the vending dealer - and a "114 point comprehensive check-up", the deal certainly promoted confidence!

The car was a roomy, comfortable, stylish luxo-barge... and a bit of a head-turner to boot! Admittedly performance from its 2-litre non-turbo heart was disappointing, but in compensation it constantly returned 33mpg.

However I wouldn't be overstating the case when I say that the 9000 was by far the most unreliable and poorly built motor I've ever owned (and that includes a Morris Marina!).

The dashboard resembled slot machine in that its multitude of warning lights continually flickered for no apparent reason - very distracting! (Looking back, it's a mystery to me why this didn't happen during my test drive.)

Unsurprisingly bulb failure in the dash was a constant problem and, not being covered by the warranty, was an expensive annoyance at fifty quid in labour each time!

Various items of trim were poorly designed and had a tendancy to come loose or part company with the car altogether. I'll never forget the time when the entire door panel fell into a puddle!...

Which reminds me that as the car had no roof gutters, alighting occupants would be treated to an impromptu hair-rinse during rainy days. The hatchback suffered the same problem and ultimately led to one of the rear loudspeakers shorting out.

Despite repeated attempts by the dealer to cure it, the cruise control system never worked for any longer than three weeks at a time. Similarly for the heated seats.

The electric sunroof developed a habit of jamming in the open position (though a repeated presses of the button would close it fully.) Again the dealer attempted several fixes without success.

After a month of ownership, the alternator packed up without warning. It took the dealer over a week to acquire and fit a replacement. (They loaned me a Lancia Y10 during the period... perhaps hoping I would think the Saab wasn't so bad after all!)

The dealer was always very polite and accommodating, but clearly did not possess the ability to resolve the car's numerous recurring faults. The only other Saab dealer in my area (over fifty miles away) wasn't much help, either.

Michael Fish only had to hint at the merest possibility of an incoming cold front and the door locks would obstinately freeze up - bizarre considering the car's Scandinavian birthplace!

After twelve months the bankruptcy-saving warranty had expired with the car retaining a sizable backlog of old and new problems. Two unsuccessful attempts by the dealer to trace a fault in the horn circuit cost me eighty quid. I decided it was time to cut my losses. Other than the alternator, all the faults I had experienced had been minor, but when I realised that the malfunctioning horn would lead to MOT failure, the car had to go. (The following week I traded it in for a good old Ford Sierra which, as ever, proved to be a paragon of reliability!)

In a year of ownership, the Saab had visited the dealer once per month in increasingly fruitless attempts to address its mounting faults.

It's tempting to suggest the car was simply style over substance. I have little doubt that Saab's collaboration with Fiat and Lancia (the 9000 was a "cousin" to the short-lived Croma and Thema) was partly to blame for the car's poor build and electrical qualities. Yet the other reviews here are far more positive, so it's difficult to say whether my car was a "Friday afternoon" job or the dealer was simply incompetent. (As it happened, they closed down shortly afterwards!)

I look back now with some amusement on my love/hate affair with that gorgeous Swedish temptress. She seduced this young, naive chap with her looks, style and pedigree. She cost me a fortune to keep and areas of her otherwise sublime body were nowhere near as perfect as she professed. I could have tolerated all of this were it not for the fact that she soon found another man she preferred the company of: my mechanic! He played while I paid. Such treachery could not be tolerated.