Back in my college days, I knew a Cabrio owner through our weekly Starbucks parking lot car meetup. He has a GTI like a day, but the Cabrio is the most well-rounded machine he’ll ever bring out on fine days. It never ran right, always had electrical problems, and only reverse gear when he tried to prove it didn’t. All in all, it’s a great car.
Since then, I’ve always liked the idea of a decent convertible. Good enough for running, but bad enough that you don’t feel bad letting your friends climb over the quarter panel to get to the back seat. This cabrio maybe also good for that, but who knows what is hiding under the color changing wrapper? Buy it, pack your friends in it, and then watch the car empty its coolant while you’re queuing at the Sonic driveway. I’m kidding you, it’s a specific reference to a difference The damn Cabrio I’ve known. I love these.
