It's strange how one's taste can change. I never thought I'd ever want any car but a Golf GTI and I was convinced I should stay the course and change from my wonderful Mk6 GTI to a Mk7 GTI. Then one day I drove a BMW F30 33Od M Sport and it just blew me away: literally. The car was totally frictionless, its ride and handling were simply sublime, its performance devastating and it was everything all the road testers said and much, much more. A 5* car. So we bought two! But I still hung on for a couple of months to my trusty GTI as I tried to get my head around the BMW tech and the fact the car was a bit dimensionally large in comparison to the Golf. But once in the driver's seat the car simply shrinks around one, something the GTI never could do and still does not in it's latest guise. And then there was the amazing comfort of the beautifully appointed sport leather seats, the beauty of the simple dash, the terrific torque from the engine, the 8 speed sport gearbox with its seemless shifts and so much more. So I felt a bit sad that my torrid affair with my Mk6 GTI was no more but happy that I had found an ideal partner in this BMW.
I say all the above because today I drove a German Registered Mk7 GTI with PP. It was all very familiar and it was like visiting an old friend. Unfortunately, the sparkle in the relationship could not be rekindled. The car felt a bit old in design, especially on the inside, the paintwork on the door frames was still visible from the inside, it felt slow, rattled a bit on our roads and drank fuel at an alarming rate. I felt quite sad as I really wanted to love this car. But I could not anymore. Yes, the Mk7 GTI is a very good car, but no longer a car I can feel passionate about. Perhaps the Mk7 R will tug at my heart strings a bit more.
All-in-all, a bitter-sweet day for me.