COAL: The ’74 Audi – A Fox in Winter

After taking delivery of the Fox in October 1974, I looked for any halfway reasonable excuse to get behind the wheel and explore its virtues. Naturally, it didn’t have the low-end torque reserve of the ’69 Mustang, or its effortless acceleration at speed, but I reveled in the Audi’s responsive handling and its sure-footed front wheel drive as winter approached. And while the departed F-100’s long throw three-on-the-tree standard shift couldn’t be hurried, the Fox’s floor-shift four-speed manual was a marvel of precision in comparison.

All this came along with much-improved fuel economy, of course. During my first year of ownership, I averaged just over 28-MPG in mostly suburban driving, probably twice what I had achieved in the Mustang. My all-time record fuel economy was 41-MPG, achieved on I-81 South, heading back to NJ on a long weekend break from Syracuse University (where I had elected to add a year’s worth of courses in basic engineering, product liability, and other design-related areas not addressed during my years at Art Center).

Just a bit OCD, but here’s the 41-MPG proof. There was a tailwind on I-81 that day.

 

On the coldest Central New York winter days, I sometimes wished I had settled for the Audi’s standard-equipment cloth upholstery instead of its extra-cost “leatherette” (vinyl to those unfamiliar with ‘70s car-marketing-speak), but on the whole, the Fox’s interior was pleasant. Small niceties such as adjustable seat-backs and the combined inertia-reel seat-belts and shoulder harnesses were real revelations after living with the Mustang’s essentially fixed seat-backs and its clumsy separate seat-belt and shoulder harness assemblies (which, aside from being a PITA to use, effectively prevented access to any of the dash-mounted controls).

I never looked quite that, er…dashing behind the wheel. In this case, the artist chose to render the cloth upholstery, not the Fox’s extra-cost leatherette.

 

Naturally, I had to personalize my new car, but the only additions to the Fox were a Realistic AM-FM cassette stereo which I added to the dealer-installed under-dash radio box, a Royal Norwegian Automobile Club badge mounted on the Audi’s taillight panel (where it would theoretically be safe in case of a low-speed rear-end crash like the one which had “redesigned” the Mustang), and finally, in keeping with the times, a CB radio (which came in handy during the frequent I-80/I-81 runs to and from Syracuse).

The Royal Norwegian Auto Club badge would be a source of merriment later on.

 

The Fox accumulated more than 35,000 essentially trouble-free miles during the first two years of ownership. During that time, my biggest out-of-pocket expenses included two replacement hub caps and attaching clips ($19.20), an antenna ($13.60), a piece of trim molding ($5.22), a pair of snow tires ($61.11, including mounting and balancing),  a pair of wiper blades ($4.30), and a replacement center dash vent assembly ($7.36). The most expensive scheduled maintenance came at 30,000 miles (actually 30,807) in August 1976. This included new front brake pads and wear sensors as well as a replacement tailpipe and resonator, in addition to the normally-required service, adding up to $193.36.

Captured at rest. The design still looks clean and purposeful to me, even fifty years (!) later.

 

I loved the car, but one Achilles heel that became more apparent as the mileage increased was the need to top up the engine oil between regular changes. Looking back, starting at about the 30,000-mile mark, the Fox’s oil consumption went from roughly 5,000 miles/quart to about 1,500 miles/quart by the time the odometer read 70k. With the benefit of hindsight, replacement valve-stem seals would likely have solved the problem, but I soon learned to check the oil whenever filling the gas tank, considering this to be a relatively minor annoyance and cheap to deal with, at only about $1.25/quart.

The Fox served me well before and during my time at Syracuse, where it was subjected to (bitter) cold starts and relatively short trips, some of the most difficult conditions for any car to endure. Not only did it survive this abuse, it became my daily-driver commuter car when I finally landed a job in the auto industry.