Goodbye Old Friend

So I like writing about cars, but I don’t really have a performance oriented übercar.  Now I know what you’re thinking, “But John, the Golf RS is super sporty . . . “, and I appreciate that, but in actuality it only had 115bhp when new.  It is now 7 years old, and I’m guessing that that number is currently on the wrong side of 100. 

The best part about the Golf is that my summer Bridgestone tires have lost so much tread that I can make them squeal and slide around most corners, which is very amusing but also reminds me that I have a big expense come spring time next year when I must buy a new set of rubber.  On top of that I recently had to pay over a thousand dollars at my last servicing.  I can’t remember what it exactly entailed, but I do remember the frustration I had at having my credit card maxed out after one expense.

Upon arriving home I thought I would play a fun game and total up all the bills for the Golf over the past seven years.  This did not turn out to be very fun.  In fact it was downright depressing.  The total amount came out to a staggering $18,000, with half of that being spent during the last two years alone.  I’m sad to say that the Golf has reached the point where it is costing me more money than it’s worth.  A quick check in the Canadian Black Book reveals that a similar spec Golf is worth $6,000, but add in the (ahem) incidents that my car has been involved in, and my particular example is probably worth closer to $4,000.

I never thought that I would part with the Golf.  It was the car that transported my beloved Golden Retriever, Brandon, to his final vet visit.  It was the car my Grandma rode in on her way to the hospital for the last time, and it took my Mum to and from that same hospital every day for the next two months.  It delivered me to my first job.  It was the first car I ever drove by myself.  I took it on first dates and hooning on dirt roads (not at the same time).  I got it impounded by the fuzz.  I had an angry guy punch out my window, and another angry guy sideswipe me.  My neighbors backed into it while it was parked.  I tore the underside engine cover off in another mishap; thereby transforming it into a lightweight monster I dubbed “the Golf RS”.  It could carry everything from giant 100 pound beer gas canisters, to $4,000 food orders for a 300 seat restaurant, to 50 inch TVs, and everything in between.  I learned in it.  I laughed in it.  I cried in it.  This car was a giant part of my life for the past seven years, and I love it.  But the best part about the Golf wasn’t its massive cargo capacity, or its fuel economy.  It wasn’t all the memories that it’s seen, or the misshaps that I’ve got it into.  It wasn’t even the fact that once you put the accelerator to the floor there was always that little bit more of throttle travel that I called “the overboost function”.  No, the best part was that this car was my first experience at freedom, and it awoke the automotive side of my life that dominates almost everything that I now do.  This car was a part of me . . .

And I sold it.

On its final day the Golf and I finally reached the 100,000km mark.  It was a big milestone (or kilometer stone) and I was so proud of my little silver buddy.  But 3km later it was no longer mine.  The costs had just gotten too much and I knew that I’d be spending even more during the coming months as the next servicing was the dreaded Level 4, which literally costs you your first born child.

To replace this much beloved member of my family I had to choose between: something awesome that would make me smile every time I got in it; and something practical that would be able to do boring highway driving while hauling a bunch of stuff.  In the end I got both.  I’ll give you a hint.  It’s got over 200BHP, a hatch, and a hallowed history as a cult classic.


~ by ubercar on December 18, 2011.

One Response to “Goodbye Old Friend”

  1. My first car was a 1974 Ausin Marina.

    Needless to say, I did not blog about it when I sold it.

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