Speaking of the days of yore and Golfs far removed from their sportier brethren, I have some great, great news.I see what you're saying. It's contrary to the traditional sales model.
You know it's great if I bothered to log on here.
After five days, a literal thousand miles, a top speed of 90mph (much above factory figures), the steepest roads I've seen in my life, an overtaken Aston, and the hardest I've ever wished for aircon in my life, she's finally in my garage.
They've been the happiest days of my life. I drove for hours on end, and man, I could've gone on for weeks. And so could the car: not a sputter, not a heat, not a bit of encouragement needed. I am so sodding happy. Truly. The greatest stuff.
Like everyone who's gotten to drive it, I love this car to bits.
And, in case I never shared or you forgot...
GL = red interior. 😎
Please remember how baller y'all felt when you got your first car. You can imagine how I must feel.
Oh, also, I got to check out a Pao that was sitting in a dealership that marks the middle of Buttfuck Nowhere with precision I can't put into words.
I basically held this face throughout it all, and it took me some 20 minutes to regain the ability to form (vaguely) coherent sentences.
Joyful passion, through an alignment of stars, got distilled in a car, and I sat in it.