My 1994 VW Jetta III: My Grown Up Car

1994 VW Jetta III parked on the street
1994 VW Jetta III-mine was silver with 4-spoke alloys-Courtesy of Curbside Cohort John Fritman

By February 1994, I was ready for a new car.  The Tracer had served me well, but I wanted something more “adult”.  I was working full-time and going to school full-time, and  I had been promoted to Overdues Assistant; saw a nice salary increase so I was able to save some money.  I knew that Bobbi was going to have to move for a teaching job, and that meant I was going to do a lot of highway driving if we were going to see each other.  To that end, I started car shopping and popped by Billco VW-Mazda in Wexford, PA, to look at the new 1994 VW Jetta III.

Volkswagens had been popular when I was in high school since the VW plant was in New Stanton.  I wasn’t really a fan of the Rabbit or Golf, but I liked the Jetta; it was the perfect-sized car for city driving.  In 1988, the New Stanton plant was closed, and VWs were now imported from Germany.  When compared to Honda, Toyota, and Nissan, VW’s were expensive.  VW set out to change that with a new Passat and the Corrado, but the big seller at that time was the Jetta.  Unfortunately, the second-generation Jetta had been around since 1984, which impacted sales in the early nineties.  VW needed a successful launch of the third generation; otherwise, it was said they would leave the US market.  The Jetta III was launched in late 1993 after production delays at the Puebla, Mexico, plant.

When I started thinking about a new car, I wasn’t sure what I wanted.  There were a lot of options, including the Ford Probe, Pontiac Grand Am, and Acura Integra.  However, in July, 1993, I started watching the Tour de France and was captivated.  There I saw all sorts of European cars, many of which were not available in the US, and I decided I wanted something European.  VW was the logical choice, and when European Car, which I got a subscription to, reviewed the Jetta and Golf in their October 1993 issue, I was hooked.   VW dealers had not received their first shipments of the new model, so my purchase was delayed until early 1994.  I had signed up for information and VW sent me a card with a Valentine’s Day lease offer.  I could lease a new Jetta for $199.00 a month for 48 months with 15,000 miles a year.  I’d never leased a car before, but the deal was pretty good.  My commute was short, and I figured if I liked the car, I’d buy it at the end of the lease.

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European Car Magazine, October 1993 cover courtesy of 99wspeedshop.com

Bobbi and I went over to Billco VW, and I saw the Jetta I wanted.  It was a black GL with dual airbags and these cool four-spoke alloy wheels.  It looked sporty and I wanted it.  However, the lease deal was for the early production models which had the passive restraint belts.  They didn’t have another black Jetta, but they did have a silver one.  I liked the color and said I wanted the same four-spoke wheels that were on the black one.  With those added and my Tracer sold, I picked up my new Jetta on a Saturday afternoon.  My new Jetta was the nicest car I had owned to date.  It was well-equiped with black cloth interior, five-speed, AM/FM cassette radio, AC, power locks, intermittent wipers, and security system.  It had everything I wanted except a sunroof.  I loved driving my Jetta and felt grown up.

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Early VW Jetta III brochure–I still have my copy–courtesy of XR793.com

In August 1994, Bobbi accepted a teaching job in Maryland, and I used my Jetta to help her move.  She had rented a truck, which her best friend’s husband drove, and we squeezed the rest of her stuff in my Jetta and her Accord.  She settled into a townhouse with a roommate and started her teaching career.  Bobbi being away meant I had a lot of free time, and so I resolved to finish my degree.  In the summer of 1994, I had taken four summer classes and was able to take my last eight classes in the fall and spring semesters so I could graduate in April, 1995.  I refused to go to commencement, much to the disappointment of my parents and Bobbi, but I was ready to move on.  I didn’t need a ceremony where I was one of thousands.  My parents threw a nice party for me, and Bobbi and her parents were there.  I asked for a mountain bike for graduation, but my parents bought me three suits instead–interviews and all. Maybe if I had gone to commencement, they would have bought me the bike.  I had proposed to Bobbi in February 1995 and was ready to move to DC after I found a job.

That summer, I would buy copies of the Washington Post and browse the classifieds.  I found a job listed as a sales assistant at The Washington Times and sent off a resume and cover letter.  A few weeks later, I got a phone call from a lady named Marjorie. In her message, she said that I had applied for a sales assistant role, but she wanted to talk to me about another job at The Washington Times, and could I come down for an interview.  I drove down on July 13 for an interview on July 14 with Marjorie.  The interview was just over an hour, and when I left, I knew the job was mine if I wanted it.  I didn’t have an offer yet, but the interview went so well.  On Monday, I had a second interview with the IT Director. A week later, I had an offer for a job, making the salary I had requested, much to Bobbi’s surprise.  Marjorie, my boss, was the Associate Ad Director, and Mike, her boss, was the Ad Director. Both helped launch my career in advertising, and I worked with them for 12 years.  To this day, I can’t thank them enough for the opportunities they gave me that have led to my success.

I moved to Alexandria in August 1995 and started work on August 14.  My commute from Alexandria was easy.  Our office was on the east side of the city, right next to the National Arboretum.  It was an easy commute, though driving a stick in DC traffic is not always easy.  I shared a townhouse with two other roommates, but Bobbi and I were close, so we would see each other almost every night.  For Thanksgiving, we took my Jetta and drove to Pittsburgh to spend the holiday with our families.  Bobbi had never learned to drive a stick, but I enjoyed driving and didn’t mind.  We had planned on getting married in July 1996, but Bobbi’s dad had health issues.  He was in kidney failure, and Bobbi thought she might want to move back to Pittsburgh to help take care of him.  We agreed to postpone the wedding.  In the end, her mom convinced her to stay in DC.  She wanted Bobbi to live her life and not worry about her parents.  They would be fine. Her dad went on dialysis, and with her dad’s health greatly improved, we rescheduled the wedding for December.

We settled in Alexandria in Bobbi’s townhouse.  It was a great area for a young married couple as we were close to DC.  We were able to walk to restaurants and bars.  The Jetta was the perfect car for that time in our lives.  One of the first purchases we made was a table, four chairs, and a floor lamp from Ikea.  We still have the table and lamp. All of these purchases fit into the Jetta with the seat folded.  When we bought our first house, the Jetta was pressed into service again, along with a moving truck and our friends, to move our stuff into our house.  Our rented townhouse was 900 square feet so we didn’t have much to move.

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Closing day on our first house!

Our new house was in Southern Maryland.  We bought it in March 1998 just as my lease was up.  Since we didn’t want to mess things up with a new car, we bought the Jetta out of the lease.  In retrospect, we might have negotiated a better deal on the buyout, but we were excited to buy our first house.  I did the first major service on the Jetta, changing the timing belt and water pump at 60,000 miles.  Living in the suburbs meant a longer commute.  The drive was okay for DC traffic, and the state of Maryland was making some road improvements on my commute.

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I bought my own mountain bike and the t-shirt too. Still have the bike today

In March 1999, my grandfather turned 90.  My dad and his siblings decided to take my grandfather to brunch on March 14.  We drove to Pittsburgh on Saturday, visited with Bobbi’s parents, and then went to brunch with my family the next day.  The weather forecast had called for snow, and we decided we’d leave early and try to beat the storm home.  We left brunch and hopped into the Jetta.  Normally, the trip from Pittsburgh to DC was five hours; on that day,  it took us four hours to get to Breezewood.  The roads were terrible, with cars and trucks in ditches or spun out all along the PA turnpike.  When we got to Breezewood, we stood under an awning and pondered whether we should just stay overnight, but we didn’t.  Instead, we got back into the Jetta and pushed on.  It snowed the entire way until we reached the southern part of the DC Beltway.  Bobbi had decided that school would be canceled and she’d have that Monday off.  When we woke up, it was snowing, but school wasn’t canceled.  I was exhausted from driving and called out sick.  She got lucky as they dismissed school early that day.

The Jetta stayed with us for two more years and continued to serve us well.  The most important trip we would take was when our oldest daughter came home from the hospital in the Jetta.  Emily was born in early January, and the Jetta had more room for the car seat.  In those days, you had to kneel on the car seat and pull the seatbelt into a channel so you could buckle it.  This held the seat securely, but it required room to maneuver.  The night we went to the hospital, it was so cold.  They took us into the birthing suite and prepped Bobbi for delivery.  However, Emily was in the wrong position and, after several hours, the decision was made to deliver her by C-section.  I was allowed in the operating room, and soon enough, Emily was born.  She was a healthy 8 pounds and .25  ounces.  We were parents, and we settled into a routine after both sets of grandparents left.

That March, my parents were pressing us to come to Pittsburgh as they wanted to see their first grandchild again.  We had decided to use Bobbi’s car as the family car, but when we went to load all the things that new parents need to take along, we couldn’t fit them in the trunk.  The Jetta had a larger trunk, and so we loaded the pack and play, stroller, and tons of luggage into the Jetta for the trip to the grandparents.  By this point, my grandfather was in a nursing home.  He was 92 and not mobile.  The nursing home was on the way to my parents, and so we stopped on our drive in.  This would be the last time seeing my grandfather.  He got to meet his newest great-granddaughter before he died.

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Emily, my grandfather, and me-March 2001

When we returned home, we knew we needed a larger car for family trips.  The Jetta could have been perfect, but Bobbi was not proficient in driving a stick, and I was tired of it in DC traffic.  We decided I would take over her car, and the next car would be hers.  Shopping for the Jetta’s replacement started in late March, and it would be another silver car.  What became the family car will be covered soon.