It's 1992. Your mom just took you through the Dairy Queen drive in after supper. It was 30C today, and it's going to be 35C tomorrow. You're going to go swimming at the local outdoor pool with your mom, little brother, auntie and favourite cousin, tomorrow though. Mom will probably put on that Blue Rodeo tape on the way back. It's not your favorite, but you find yourself waiting for the song hooks.
Cars are super fat anymore so I'll bet my VWs golfs door weighs at least as much.
For reference in 1996 I was hit in my 88 Jetta by an 83 Caprice classic stationwagon, she was going 55 I was doing 45 and hit me head on. I could open the door to my car she had to be cut out.
My parents wrote both VW in Germany and VW USA thanking them for building a good car and got a shit ton of swag
