April 2024
Twenty years later and I find this photo of my first real car. Oh, the others prior to this were real enough, but also quite used and always teetering on a permanent trip to the junkyard.
This ’98 Passat was my pride and joy. 5 speed manual. So much headroom. A gorgeous green color. The light tan cloth interior that picked up every bit of dirt and wear.
I had it for many years before swapping with Heather for a while, then getting it back until it sputtered into sunset when I got a Rabbit. Good times.
Not my exact interior, but very close. And close to perfection as interiors go!





