“It’s kind of a long story.”
If you’ve known me for more than about a week, chances are we’ve talked about cars. And the conversation most likely made its way to Volkswagens. And if it did, you heard about the Rabbit. Depending on how much time we had (and my guess as to whether you would “get it”), you heard some version of the following story. This, for the first time, is the full, unabridged tale. At least as much of it as I remember.
For most people, a car is an appliance -- a literal means to an end. I, however, have been afflicted with a different view. At its best, a great car has a distinct, pervasive personality, one that is seen in every curve of sheet metal, felt with every gear shift, and heard at the first crack of the ignition. The best of the best even smell just right. Find a car with this much character that happens to fit with some part of your own personality, and the relationship will transcend the typical buy it - drive it - fix it - sell it template.
I’ve had a few cars that met this criteria. None so much as the “The Rabbit,” though. The basics - it’s a 1982 VW Rabbit Convertible. Front wheel drive, 5-speed manual, a blistering 74 horsepower. This is the story of how it came be such an important part of my life.
Along the way, we'll meet some interesting characters, have some wild adventures, and learn a lot about an old Volkswagen. Loved ones will be lost, I'll meet my future wife, and at least one animal will meet an unfortunate end. Ultimately you'll learn more about me than you probably care to know.
Thanks for coming along for the ride!