Me, My golf and I

The wethered key fob feels familiar in my palm as I press the unlock-button, a well known "chunk" from the unlockning of the doors accompanied with a welcoming twin-blink of the hazard lights greets me as I close in. The door opens and I sit down in the seat. During the years it has been sculpted to my body and it feels like putting on a glove. The engine turns over exactly 3 times before it ignites with a comforting rumble, as it always have. Some things in life changes over time, some things stays exactly the same.

The car on the parking lot at home has always been occupied by my very own blue machine. It’s a Volkswagen Golf R32 mark five that was born in late 2006. I was its first owner and got the keys in March 2007. Since then me and my girlfriend has driven over 320.000kms with it. That’s 100kms every day all year around for 9 years. The R32s are usually seen as enthusiast cars and those cars are only driven during summer. I have of course driven it all year around. Through rain and snow, mud and storm it has soldiered on with no mechanical trouble whatsoever. I admit there have been some irritating episodes. But it’s because of my own ignorance, not the car. The brakes could not stand the heat with semi-slick race tyres on. A normal human would of course upgrade the brake system before fitting performance-tyres but sadly, I was a teenager with no thoughts of that.

The question I, and everybody around me ask, is why do I keep it? It’s expensive to run and the fuel-bill each month is redicilous. I guess it’s because it has never failed me. It always starts, no matter the temperature or time of day. I learned to drive in it, I learned the Nürburgring in it. It has so many memories and adventures connected to it that I simply can’t get rid of it. Still today, it wants to be driven. It’s hard to explain to someone that isn’t into cars, but it feels like the car is happy when you drive on a lonely road on the countryside and that happiness transfer to the driver, me. It’s actually quite heavy and not that powerful, but the steering, the pedals, the gearbox, the sound and suspension. It all comes together to a package of that pure driving sensation that is so hard to find today in all digitalized cars. Me and my girlfriend have come to a conclusion. It’s not for sale, ever. I will do my best to keep it alive. I really want my kids to learn to drive with it. Manual cars with a nice, torquey naturally aspirated engine is a endangered species.

So right now I have started the project of freshing it up. In the coming months/years I will fix the paint, change all wear parts like bushings and the like, change the exhaust system and the suspension. For starters!


So far I have given it some nice 19" rims, a KW Chassie kit and a race exhaust system. More to follow! I absolutely love it and I' m too emotionally connected to it to sell it. So sorry, it's not for sale.

As I have said earlier. It’s not how fast it will take you around the track or how fast it will go in a straight line. The most important thing is how it makes you feel.

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Comments (4)
  • Very nice writing Seb! I perfectly know the feeling after almost 7 years of ownership. What about the whir of the fuel pump priming when you open the door? ;-)

    1 year ago
  • Sadly not. Not yet anyway

    1 year ago


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