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- April 21, 2009 by larbage
- Rollin' in my '86 Jetta
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1986 was a great year. Not only was I born, but the sickest cars ever came out.
I am a girl of simple pleasures. I enjoy hikes in nature, the Olive Garden, Hamm's and old boxy cars.
Growing up, my parents drove a 1986 navy blue Jetta. It was a glorious car even down to the last shred of upholstery my dog Samson clawed off. It kept trucking well into the new millennium and I'm convinced it would still be running if a shady mechanic hadn't totaled it during his carjacked trip to Athens.
I've reserved the tenderest spot in my heart for old Jettas and, one day, if I decide to buy a car, I'll get the very same one I knew in childhood. I'll put in a new engine and transmission to make sure it purrs like a kitten and I'll spend many a summer day waxing it in my driveway. In cutoffs. While drinking a crisp canned brew.

it was the best car i've ever owned, and i'm pretty sure it saved my life when the drunk t-boned me. i cried on the way to the hospital, and they kept asking me what hurts, and i clearly remember stating "NOTHING HURTS, BUT MY CAR IS DONE FOR!"
i cried even harder when i went to see it at the car lot the night day.
i too have a tender spot in my heart for them.