I rarely speak of my car, we have a love/hate relationship.
I love it because it’s fun to drive, 174 hp, was cheap, I can park it mostly anywhere (more on this later). I love it because I got a 167 kph speeding ticket when I think I was previously doing a lot more (I know how much I was doing). I love it because I can fit all my bikes in the back. I love it because it’s comfortable, it heats in the winter like you wouldn’t believe, it’s also a heat bag car where I get followed by cops regularly. I love it because I have wanted this model car with this engine since I was 17. I love it because the potential of putting a big turbo and ASD and kicking the BHP to 289 allowing me to kick a lot of Corvette ass is a dream that I know will never come true but sometimes makes me smile. I love it because when you rev it past 6,000 it makes this beautiful dirty sound that can and will make you smile. It keeps up with the big boys and I know how to handle it, in fact it handles a lot better than any other car I’ve owned (which albeit have all been Jeeps).
I also hate my car and I know my car hates me. It hates that I drive like like I am playing GTA or Need for Speed every time I am late to work in the mornings (when I don’t ride to work). I know it hates it when I drive it like a Jeep. It’s secretly jealous that I cut my teeth on a American engineered I-6. It’s German made pride will let me do the Jeep like things that I want from it, but then will remind me that it’s not a Jeep when it gets stuck, breaks a transmission or demands something to be replaced. I hate it because although I like my mechanic, I know that the thousands of dollars I’ve spent on this car has helped him buy cool shit. I would have bought Uranium mine stocks in a tax sheltered investment instead. No. No Uranium stocks for me, just a 12 year old lowered black 2 door heat bag fun driving machine that puts a smile on my face every time I see it parked, and every time I drive it fast.
Speaking of lowered…
I live in snowy shores of the North Pole, and a car that is inches of the ground is not practical. I have been tucking wheel for about 6 months, I have rear camber going, I must be careful when driving (which I am), but it has gotten a bit frustrating. The car kind of looks like one of the Mario Bullets that spit out of Bowsers castle. This is a cool look, if I lived in California or Florida, but not here. Alas, the GTI is going up today, still on sport suspension but hopefully I won’t beach myself like a whale every time I go into a snowy parking lot and need to call all my friends to re-live some of my younger years of towing vehicles out of messes they shouldn’t have gotten into in the first place.
So all in all I guess this is a bit of an ode to the teenage version of my car, and a welcoming of a more practical future. I think it also hates me because it knows I have been cheating on it, regularly looking at the classifieds for: Landcruisers, Audi Quattro Wagons, even Mitsubishi Pajeros! What it doesn’t know is that I look forward to celebrating it’s 300,000 km anniversary together. Maybe I’ll take it Portland.
PS. If you’re looking at getting a lowered car please do not hesitate to ask me for advice, I have learned lots over the years!