It Will Be Revealed.

You might be wondering why I have not been posting photos up of the MkV, even after 3 years of ownership. Nothing has changed. No earth shattering modifications has been done to spruce up its performance for a year. Is this a sign of changes to follow?

3 years of German ownership meant that the usual span of free servicing and warranty comes to a halt. The car works perfectly fine till now, and I’m pretty lucky to admit that I had gotten hold of a pretty neat copy  - still holding up strong after 1000 days of commute. The engine works like it should, with superb refinement at any speed, with any amount of force put forth by Dad and I (That doesn’t say much considering our relaxed driving style). The customized Stage 1 tune displays no signs of stress on the gearbox during enthusiastic accelerations. Fortunately, the gearbox still manages lightning quick shifts with no hints of horrific clutch issues. These years of positive impressions made her one of my best driving companions.

Dwelling on the positives of this car made me wonder why anyone would choose any other hatch over this jack-of-all-trades. No harm to focus on any niggles that surfaced during this 3-year tenure – and admittedly so – GTI was never a master of one. The ever-mounting search for the optimal driving sensation meant that a few decisions have to be sacrificed. Sometimes, accurate judgments must be made within clouds of misrepresentations. We cant have the best of both worlds in a car, if you are as nitpicky as a Petrolhead should. Its something like the impossible trinity I learned during my International Economics class - we can only choose 2 out of 3 ideals. Hence the decision for Dad and I to let go of the GTI, and nosedive into a vehicle that hates the passenger, but loves the driver.

So how did we decide on walking this path? I took the MkV out for drives every night during the "period of uncertainty", to make sure that she lacks what I need in order to fulfill my driving urge. I’ll leave these explanations for future blog entries. Meanwhile, I’ll keep you in suspense. What car did Dad and I choose?

Just a slight hint: We will never be victims of consumerism again.