Oooh... the ignition is still in the floor. I always thought that was cool. My grandmother had a 900. It was a nice drive, but hers was a a non-turbo with a 3speed auto, so it had no power. I'm going to go run a mile with the wife (I decided yesterday that I am going to try to run a 15k in July, but that's another story). Then, god willing, if I am still alive, I am going to drive up there and see this. The seat leather looks to have seen better days, but perhaps I could recover them in suede
