udos to Saturn: Those plastic body panels really do work. The pristine S-Series you see here—a time machine of a car if there ever was one—resides not in rust-free Arizona or California but in the heart of Chicago. Twenty-seven years ago, Barbara Schreiber custom-ordered this bright red SC2, attracted not only to the coupe’s Coke-bottle planform and pop-up headlights but also to Saturn’s new way of doing business. She used the car sparingly as her primary
