I knew what I was getting into. Damnit.

I own a 2015 VW Golf GTI. I love this car.

I’ll say it again, I love this car. Even though I also hate it.

It seems like ever since I crossed the 36,000 mile mark - also the same time my warranty ran out, a once reliable car has become an increasingly frequent pain in the ass.

At 36,000 miles and change, it started with a check engine light. An O2 sensor went bad. The dealer took pity and replaced it for free. Not so bad I suppose.

Then both headlights died. And that’s when I learned that headlight replacements require you to take it into the shop. Or disassemble the front end of your car if you’re so inclined. Ok, but I’m fine, it’s fun to drive, and I can accept this.

The gas cap lid has an electronic actuator that lets you open and close it. That died. I haven’t been able to bring myself to pay the $260 bucks to get that replaced, so my gas cap cover is slightly open at all times. Oh well.

Last summer, I had to take my car in three times to fix a leak in the A/C refrigerant lines. That still isn’t fixed though, because I’ve already had to charge the system myself once this summer.

And then last night, I drove home from work. I then had to run out to the store. I go to start my car, and lights start flickering, weird noises start going off. I was just driving this thing 10 minutes ago. What happened? Some googling, and it turns out my battery flat out died. Wouldn’t even charge, couldn’t even jump it. I replaced the battery myself, even though you are apparently supposed to see a certified mechanic for that too, and my car is back to normal again.

I do love this car. When it works. I guess I’ll just stick it out until I have to buy something to replace it. It’ll probably be German, and I’ll keep having these problems, but I knew what I was getting into, and it’s till not quite enough to convince me to get something else.