Foxes! – My 1987, 1990, 1993 VW Foxes

Foxes!

In 1993 I was working full-time at the airport and on the verge of getting married. I felt like I needed a more “grown-up” car than my ‘72 Bus. It had served me well (and man, I wish I’d kept it,) but I was an adult now, maybe starting a family. 27 years old and thought I knew what life was about. And I wanted a new car, with a warranty and maybe even factory AC.

I looked at several models, but narrowed it down to two: Ford Festiva and VW Fox. I’d driven Festivas for Airborne Express, and it was ideal for downtown deliveries: small, but with a lot of cargo room. Of course we beat the heck out of them. It was fun to fling around. But when I went to the dealer I was able to choose any color, as long as it was red. Literally 50 of them lined up, all exactly the same. AC was an option. As was a passenger-side mirror. And they had no full-size spare. Even though the Festiva had tiny wheels, you got an even smaller temporary one. Having had to change a few tires, I wanted a real one. Temp spares were new, and I didn’t trust them.

The Fox cost a little more, but it had standard AC, and a full-size spare, and was finished much more like a “real car.” Plus I knew VWs, having had a Beetle and a Bus and having dealt with Rabbits and other water-cooled VWs that friends and family had. And color choices? Well, dark blue, black, white, silver, and: red. A special red though, metallic, color-changing, purple on a cloudy day and maroon on a sunny one. Raspberry, they called it. Lipstick, jokesters called it. Later I would make jokes about “Redd Foxx.”


Yes, Fox Run.  My first, the raspberry ’93.

 

The VW Fox was an oddity; built in Brazil, aircooled at first, and using parts from other VWs and Audis. The engine was in front, and mounted longitudinally, making the Fox look like an original Jetta but with a long snout. Boxy, awkward, never beautiful. But cheap and reliable.

I’m the kind of person who runs a car into the ground, and this was my first new car ever.  I’ll never buy a brand new car again. Not because of the Fox, it was fine; due to later experiences. I kept that one for 17 years, ran it into the ground, and moved on to another Fox. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

In Brazil the Foxes were quite popular, and there was a pickup version (Saveiro,) and a hatchback (Gol.) I wish the Gol had been imported to the US; I really wanted one. The 2-door and 4-door were called the Voyage, and the wagon the Parati, and those are the models imported to the US. Any Brazilian I run into knows and loves the cars, but no one else seems to remember them, even VW people.  Haven’t seen one on the road in more than a decade.

 

I did find this Gol in the US.  Very affordable.

 

The first one, the ‘93 2-door, served me well. Commuting, trips, as one of several I owned at once (“which one is having the fewest issues today?”) First thing any Fox owner did for performance was pull the exhaust restrictor, the “donut,” which VW put in to lower power so it didn’t quite compete with the Golf. Soon after, I put on a stainless exhaust. It was never going to be powerful, but it sounded and looked better. It handled decently, and, well, wasn’t exactly fun to drive but wasn’t awful.

Going to the dealer for warranty service was always fun, pulling in with the Porsches and Mercedes. And when I parked it next to my friend’s original Mini, it actually looked big, with its 13” wheels compared to his 10s.

 

 

Next I got a Gambia red ‘87 wagon, from a friend in a Fox group that had started online and later had real-life get-togethers for a few years. The ‘93 was having some issues, and I liked the idea of a two-door wagon, and he wanted to put a turbo in it which I was all for. The turbo came from a Quantum turbo diesel: other parts came from other VWs, and Audis, and a Saab. Oh, and a custom air duct that came on a slow boat from China. It was fun, and practical. I hauled dirt and lumber and all sorts of random stuff in it. Treated it like a hatchback, hardly ever putting the rear seat up. I called it a shooting brake, and whenever someone said a 2-door wagon was silly I reminded them of the Nomad. It was way more fun to drive than one with a stock engine (plus we made suspension and brake upgrades.) I eventually got historic plates for it, permanent, saving some money each year (if I had kept it.) I ended up selling it to someone who stiffed me.

 

In (near) the snow at a local coffee shop, Fox In The Snow.

 

Finally (though coexisting with the wagon part of the time,) I had a ‘90 two-door in bright red, Daytona red I think. It was the best-looking: lowered, flashy color, clean inside and out. Eventually I hit a deer and had pretty serious cosmetic damage up front, and later some mechanical issues with the tranny and engine. Drove it to the junkyard, barely, and the clerk gave me a moment with it (“I know how guys are with their cars.”) My wife understood, too. There are a lot of things I love about her, but when we started dating and she loved the Foxes, well. Most women- most people- disparaged them. But she got them.

I owned one Fox or another (or a couple at once) for 26 years total, 1993 to 2019. They were economical, practical, and fun. I learned a lot about maintenance and repair. And I learned to always carry certain spare parts. Also learned that after two knee replacements I’m probably done driving manuals.


 

Related CC reading:

Curbside Classic: 1990 Volkswagen Fox – International Wildlife

Curbside Classic: 1987 Volkswagen Fox – This German Fox Has A Brazilian Accent

History of the VW Gol