Volkswagon Jetta

Okay. Usually I’m not embarrassed by any of my favorite things. Hold on. I totally am! So far I’ve only posted things I love that I consider kind of cool or quirky, but there is a plethora of other things that I love that I keep putting off posting because, yeah, they’re kind of embarrassing. However, in the spirit of self-love I will start off by proudly proclaiming my love for Volkswagen Jettas!

Now, I realize that normal people’s favorite cars tend to be super cool or at the very least unique, but for some insane reason I have always loved Jettas—especially black ones with bike rakes on the roof (even though I despise bikes). I have no idea how this began but I can trace it back to my pre-high school years. At first I thought maybe it had something to do with Maria’s Jetta on the TV show, Roswell. But then I remembered that I wrote about getting a Jetta my freshman year (pre-Roswell) in a future planning class.

Even to this day when I’m walking down a street or through a parking garage and I see that sleek squarish trunk I’m like, “I like that car. Oh duh, it’s a Jetta.” And so I wonder, what does it signify? What does it say about me? What kind of people love Jettas? I guess the kind of people that love Jettas (and this is a brash generalization based on no research whatsoever) are librarian-like. I mean, you can see it right? A librarian getting off work and walking through the parking lot in a pencil skirt and cardigan, a tight bun and glasses, piling her books on the passenger seat and driving off to grab some Thai food take out—never intending to use the bike rack.

I can see it.

Anyway, don’t judge. My eye is just instinctively drawn to every passing Jetta. The crazy thing is that I’m probably too practical to ever actually purchase one. It really is just all about personal aesthetic. I need a car that can handle rougher terrain. Sorry, love.