Gimmie a minute to stop laughing!
The crack about the 70s Saabs just-about floored me. Ask the owner of a 96 Series Saab about thier car and you'd better be prepared for a lecture of monumental length, depth and boredom. If you don't have the good sense to fake a stroke - and lay motionless, until the paramedics to arrive - you'll treated to: early ice-racing expliots, extensive details about the 3cylinder-2cycle engine, and how the the Sonnet was the greatest-sports-car ever.
In my experience, Guzzi owner aren't that bad. But, if an apparel company ever decides to make a wool motorcycle jacket, with leather elbow patches, A Guzzi rider will be first-in-line.
A few weeks ago, I actually met a guy riding a Coppa Italia. He was about my age (older that dirt) and he'd just-bought the Guzzi, after 15-years away from riding, because of a bad wreck. After listening to the guy and taking a gander at the bike, the Guzzi seemed to make sense. His Guzzi was a lump but it was a well appointed lump; what it lacked in engine, it made-up-for in chassis components. The guy wanted a bike he could ride and have fun on, but he also knew that his Ricky road-racer-days were over. The price was high and the engine technology wasn't there, but the Guzzi made more sense than a Gyno-Glide.