Of course I do – I love them. Which is why I’ve gone and spent more than I’ve ever done before on yet another Mk2 Golf GTI. And finally achieved a long-time lust.
Yup, it’s a big bumper model, so has the complementary narrow-depth door mouldings and the added novelty of a big, bold fog lamp switch in the dash. I’m biased, but I think it looks ace, and it’s been a proper bit of a buzz each time I’ve walked up to it and realised it’s mine.
The wheels are cool too. OK, they’re not original Golf GTI 8v spec – the Sebring rims are off a Corrado G60 – but I think they work well and, given how baggy and peeling-lacquery my first Mk2’s wheels were, these are a delight.
Four different brands of tyre, of course, but there is one original-spec Pirelli P6000 on there. Shame it’s the one that appears to have a slow puncture.
What’s it like to drive? Just like putting on a favourite pair of shoes. It was almost like getting into a racing car, in a sense: loads of feel, loads of confidence and an easy feeling of being just so that, within half a mile of driving it for the first time, made me remember just why I love them.
It even has an in-tact driver’s side seat bolster, with the foam where it should be, rather than hanging loosely around the side. This has also brought untold joy.
It’s not perfect. I bought it knowing I’d have to spend a bit of money to make it pristine, but it’s a damn good platform to start from, and the next bit is down to how fussy I get. Given the low(ish) mileage and bulging service history (ever seen the original PDI for a 25 year old car? I have, now), I suspect I might get more than a little obsessive.