We had really bad experience with a 77 rabbit that soured the VW experience. Dad still drove the wheels off of it, or really I should say, the oil seals out of it. It swilled oil, had a penchant for blowing fuel lines, and filled with water in the rain. Oh, it ate through oem mufflers annually until he just gave up and let one rot back there daily. But he loved that car, it drove superbly according to him.
The scirocco indeed had beautiful design, but both parents were like “nuh-uh,” until 84 when they gave the waterbox vanagon a shot. Also a car you could love, until it forced you not to. I still miss it. But it had a curse we couldn’t exorcise. It just wouldn’t start, or would quit unexpectedly, and nobody could solve it. Mom told me, “if you get it started, dont turn it off.” So every day I’d come home from school, and crank on it for a while. Weeks into this, it popped off one day, maybe a Thursday around 4pm and she came running out of the house with her purse, papers, my brother and sister. I was 15 with a permit. She threw them all in, said, “go! Go!”, and to the Honda dealer we went. She locked in a trade that day.
Years later a friend told me he figured it out - weeping MTF gets in the injector relays and makes them unreliable. Man, had we found that, I would have gladly taken it to college.
The scirocco indeed had beautiful design, but both parents were like “nuh-uh,” until 84 when they gave the waterbox vanagon a shot. Also a car you could love, until it forced you not to. I still miss it. But it had a curse we couldn’t exorcise. It just wouldn’t start, or would quit unexpectedly, and nobody could solve it. Mom told me, “if you get it started, dont turn it off.” So every day I’d come home from school, and crank on it for a while. Weeks into this, it popped off one day, maybe a Thursday around 4pm and she came running out of the house with her purse, papers, my brother and sister. I was 15 with a permit. She threw them all in, said, “go! Go!”, and to the Honda dealer we went. She locked in a trade that day.
Years later a friend told me he figured it out - weeping MTF gets in the injector relays and makes them unreliable. Man, had we found that, I would have gladly taken it to college.
