My 2014 VW Mark VI GTI: Lots Of Joy Between Shop Visits

In late 2021, I decided it was time to move on from my rolling project: a 1983 Mercedes 240D. I had taken the car from rotting away in a field to a respectable daily driver, but it was far from perfect or trouble free. With the engine, transmission, and even appearance up to a solid level, and the A/C working as well as it could, I found myself struggling under the strain of an ever expanding list of small jobs that needed addressing because I couldn’t let them go. Late one bleary-eyed night as I was slumped over my laptop scouring eBay for a Palomino sun visor to replace the passenger-side one which had convinced myself had begun to sag, I realized I was going down the wrong path and that the project had run its course. I loved the car and was glad to have owned it and brought it back from its neglected state, but it was time for a less expensive and time-consuming daily.

The car sold much more quickly than I expected, I probably could have listed it for more than I did. At least it went to a fellow enthusiast, who else would be in the market for an early eighties Mercedes? As much as I enjoyed the process of getting that car squared away, I was fully on the hunt for the next car before the diesel exhaust fumes had dissipated. After experiencing a vintage daily driver with all its charms and shortfalls, I wanted the replacement to be entirely different—more modern, sporty, and less maintenance-intensive. It would need dual airbags, a comfortable interior with plenty of space, decent fuel economy, a sporty driving experience, and, of course, a manual transmission.

With an impossible-by-today’s standards car loan approved, I was off to face the used car shortage of 2021 head-on. Things were quite different for car buyers back in 2021, and I had some cheap money burning a hole in my pocket. I set about test driving a wide range of options, some that fit my criteria better than others. The ones that I remember most were a final-year Mercedes W210 E320 wagon in a stunning deep blue over tan and excellent cosmetic condition. Obviously, that one didn’t have a manual transmission or much of sporting character, but I was entranced by the refined driving experience, massive trunk space, beautiful interior and general stateliness. The selling dealer was asking way too much, however.

On the other side of the spectrum, I tested an R55 generation Mini Cooper S Clubman with a stick. I was shocked when the selling dealer let me and my partner test drive the car without a salesman present, which would have been unthinkable where I grew up in New Jersey. The tachometer and digital speedo that struck me as gimmicky when I first sat in the car quickly became a joy to watch as I ripped through the gears and threw the nimble chassis into the backroads behind the dealership. It genuinely did feel like a cross between a motorcycle with its rev-happy engine and a go kart with the low seating position and eager, chuckable character. Despite being unable to wipe the grin off my face the rest of that day, I managed to heed the internet’s warnings about R55 and R56 reliability. To this day, I maintain that it is the most fun car I’ve ever driven.

Over time, I decided the best all-rounder would be a used GTI. A test drive confirmed that it was the best match for my needs; sporty, safe, fuel efficient, practical, fun, and stylish. Once I arrived at this idea, I got swept up in the excitement and the hunt, and there was no turning back.

After some research, I determined that a Mark VI GTI (people use “mark” rather than generation, followed by a roman numeral, when referring to these cars for some reason) could be had within budget and with manageable running costs. I narrowed my search to a 2014 model year, the final year of the Mark VI, which had a revised version of the troublesome timing chain tensioner that plagued earlier cars. With a pre-purchase inspection, I would be fine. I wasn’t expecting Honda Accord 4 cylinder levels of reliability, but how bad could an eight or nine year old car be?

So I set about looking for the right example; a final year, top-trim “Autobahn Edition,” with a manual transmission and a decent color, with under 100,000 miles. When I found one with around 90,000 on the clock and the attractive “snowflake” wheels, that was a few hours away, I was very interested enough to do some groundwork, starting with the vehicle history report, which turned up nothing of consequence. The water pump had been replaced three times at the dealership, which is not a red flag at all, right? All clear on that step.  Since it was such a long drive away, I had a generic service inspect the car for a small fee before heading out to see it myself. The report came back okay, there were no major issues, no leaks, no check engine light, the tires had decent tread, there were no major dents or scratches, it ran and drove fine, the clutch worked fine and it shifted through all the gears.

It was time to book a rental car and drive a few hours south to Virginia to take a very serious look. With financing in hand, I even set up an option to add a third party warranty through my credit union for extra insurance, should I decide to put pen to paper.

I don’t really remember the drive down, probably because I was daydreaming about rowing the gears and carving up back roads with a trunk full of cargo and the sunroof down in my new-to-me hot hatch. But I do remember that when I arrived at the used car lot, the vibes were… not great. I could see a couple of employees hastily gluing a headliner back up on a later model Audi, and the office decor was not exactly confidence inspiring, with its mismatched furniture and heavier than I would’ve like reliance on milk crates in lieu of more traditional storage solutions. Nonetheless, I had done my research, the vehicle history was clean, I had procured my own financing, so the used car lot was not putting me off unless they weren’t willing to play ball on the out-the-door price.

On the test drive, I was entranced by the punch of the turbo four cylinder, the stylish exterior and the restrained, yet upscale feeling interior, the feel of the leather and the modern comforts that were such a departure from my 240D, ice cold A/C, crisp speakers with Bluetooth capability, heated seats, even power windows! The handling felt tight and capable, and the front end was nice and pointy. Even though the steering was electric rather than hydraulic, it was extremely direct and positive, the steering feel was a world away from the vague recirculating ball and school bus-sized steering wheel in the 240D.

I had come all this way, everything seemed fine, so I decided to pull the trigger.  After a celebratory lunch, my partner and I set off back home on the inaugural road trip in our new car!

Reality set in almost immediately. Within an hour the CEL was on. In a panic, I plugged my scan tool in and looked up the code. A coolant sensor failed. Not a good sign. Oh well, I thought, how much could a sensor be? I tried not to let this faze me, and focused instead on soaking up some miles getting familiar with the car. I kept reassuring myself that I had taken every precaution and done my due diligence, and that the glowing amber CEL was just a fluke rather than an ominous bit of foreshadowing.

When I got home and did some research, I was truly welcomed into the VW lifestyle, as I learned that the coolant sensor could not be replaced on its own, the factory repair was for the entire radiator to be replaced!

On top of that, the car developed a misfire a few weeks later. When I took it to a few independent specialist shops, the one that gave me the most reasonable assessment ended up actually showing me the valves caked in carbon. Yup, I had awoken from my daydreams and found myself in the living nightmare of deferred maintenance. The shop recommended a carbon cleaning, radiator replacement, new coil packs, and a turbo diverter valve replacement.

I am slightly embarrassed to have learned such a basic lesson in such a costly way. That generic inspection I paid a couple of hundred dollars for was way too superficial. The car tested fine to them but these issues would never have been stopped by a generalist. A VW expert would have been needed to ask the right questions; when was the timing chain serviced? How much has it stretched? When was the carbon cleaning service last done? These are major services that are inevitable, and the service records did not indicate they had been done. A PPI from a VW expert would’ve uncovered these issues right away.

A massive repair bill later and I was back on the road, and able to enjoy the car for what it was. The experience wasn’t all bad by any means. When everything was working, this car was everything I wanted it to be; fun to drive, practical, fuel efficient, it was even surprisingly comfortable!

In fact, that is what I remember most about the driving experience of the GTI, it was way more luxurious than I expected it to be. I think this is an underappreciated aspect of these cars, they are a lot less hot hatch than I expected, and more of an entry-level luxury product with a bit of a sporting edge. It was plenty fun to drive and handled really well, but it was not the razor sharp experience I was expecting from the car that literally started the hot hatch category.

Another thing that stuck with me is that I never got used to the sound of the direct engine gasoline engine, with the diesel-like clattering of the high pressure injectors firing off at idle. This is something I never noticed, but I now notice it all the time, as direct injection is the norm now. I wonder how many people felt that something was wrong when they first owned a direct injection gasoline car.

After a relatively trouble-free few months, the GTI left me stranded when the alternator died. I was visiting my family in northern New Jersey at the time, and I didn’t have much of a choice but to have a shop take care of it, which was shockingly expensive to replace.

A few months after that, I started hearing a ticking noise at startup that I feared might be the timing chain or guides. My mechanic assessed that the timing chain would need to be replaced within a year and gave me an estimate so I could plan ahead. I had paid the last tithe to the church of German car maintenance, it was time for someone else to pay me. I sold the GTI on Carvana for slightly more than what I still owed on it. The decision was a lot easier than when I sold the 240D, and felt nothing but relief watching the wedge-shaped Carvana car hauler drive away with my VW on the back.

Surprisingly, the only smart decision I made throughout this saga was to buy a CarMax style warranty through the credit union I used to get the car loan. That thing paid out almost immediately and covered a significant amount of the various repairs that were needed. I was surprised to learn that there are actually real, third party used car warranties that could end up being worth the cost. The company did try to get out of some repairs, but overall, the warranty more than paid for itself.

Even though the GTI didn’t work out for me, I still can’t help but smile when I see one on the street…

What I learned over the course of my ownership is that these VW cars are indeed great, but they are very maintenance-heavy. Even sorted ones will need a lot more money to keep going than your average car.  While your experiences may vary, owing the GTI put me off VW group cars completely. While I think Audis and VWs are very nice cars, I just don’t think they are worth the running costs, except maybe Porsche (one day!).

So, apart from avoiding VW group cars, what else did I learn? Your mileage may vary, but to start, a general PPI is worth about as much as the paper it’s printed on, so I will always get a brand specialist to PPI a car. I will also try to avoid traveling to buy a car because it adds a lot of pressure not to leave empty-handed; never buy from a used car lot; consider warranties if they are through a credible institution; and, of course, it’s worth reiterating, avoid out of warranty VAG products. Perhaps the mark of a true car enthusiast is that I still think the Mark VI and VII GTIs were the best daily driver one could ask for—when they were new!

I had the GTI for seven months and I still wonder what led me to make that choice despite the risks, which are quite obvious in hindsight. Did I just delude myself? Was I just tuning out the downsides? Did I just get a dud? Perhaps it was a little of all of the above. I think I may have overcorrected moving from the 240D to the GTI, perhaps misled by the experience of owning a vintage car that was very reliable, but could not escape the effects of time. My main mistake was assuming that a newer car would inherently be less work, but it turned out to be a different and less rewarding kind of work. Even though the GTI didn’t work out for me, I still can’t help but smile when I see one on the street, knowing just how much joy they can bring—at least in between shop visits.