If you're a Saab cuckoo and you feel vaguely alone, shunned, disdained by your peers, I would suggest that, for the benefit of your troubled soul, you knock off a couple of weeks and travel up to America's Great Unknown State-Maine. If ever an alien car had a natural home in the New World it is the Saab, putting and buzzing through the black forests of the Pine Tree State. Once you get inland from the tourist belt you get the vague impression that every third car is a Saab, and if it isn't, it's trying to be. . .