July 5th, 2007
Volkswagen no more
For the first time in over a decade, I’m not a Volkswagen owner.
We bought a Honda Fit for my wife last February, and put the GTI on a consignment lot. It sold today, and I’m left with a little hole in my heart after abandoning a marque I’ve been with for so long.
My first VW was a ‘90 Golf Diesel. It was speeding-ticket-proof, with its 52 horsepower mill that churned and ground out over 400,000 kilometres before it went on to its next owner.
My next VW was an ‘86 Scirocco. This was my first “true love” – I painted the car a svelte shade of deep silver, and tuned the engine with all sorts of go-fast goodies (for the nerd readers, this included a 290/448 cam, a port-and-polished head, a single-throat Weber throttle body with a port-matched intake, a full cat-less Supersprint header, adjustable cam gear, Boge Turbo struts with H&R springs, front and rear strut braces, and a mean set of Good Year Eagle NCT/2 tires on 14″ 7-spoke rims). Truth be told, the car wasn’t *that* fast, but it sure put a lot of smiles on my face.
I also picked up an ‘81 Scirocco during this time. I wish I still had it – that would have made a perfect rat-rod.
Another car that found its way into my driveway was an ‘84 Rabbit GTI. This is another car I wish I still had; it even had the faux-wood dashboard and plaid seats.
Next car was a ‘97 Golf. This was my first experience with financing a car, and that Golf gave us many, many good miles of service. It’s the car we took with us to Alberta, and it’s the car we tried to take with us to North Carolina. (I’ll save that tale for another blog post)
Last was the GTI. This represented something of an apex for our Volkswagen ownership. We didn’t hold back with this car; it had power-everything, heated leather seats, and that magnificent 180 horsepower turbocharged engine that spanked a lot of cars at the stoplight. The only time this car left us stranded was because of a coil recall, and it didn’t even leave me “in the cold” – it limped its way to the dealer and was promptly fixed.
Alas, the remnants of the VW’s are still around me. I bought the service manuals for every Volkswagen I have ever owned (and a few I didn’t own), and they’re still on my bookshelf. The grease stains from changing the clutch in my Scirocco are still there, as are the notes we made on the inside cover of the manual for the old Golf Diesel.
I still have the Volkswagen hubcap clock that my wife bought me a few years ago.
The odd tools that do-it-yourself Volkswagen mechanics collect are still in my toolbox. This includes the huge allen-key wrench for the transmission, the amp gauge for testing the glowplug draw, and a Momo steering wheel adapter from my old Scirocco.
In fact, I even have the emblem for my Scirocco from the paint job … I chose to “de-badge” that car for the “stealth” look. I never did have the heart to toss that plastic emblem out.