#audi 5000

[demoralised]

Lowriding Audi 100 Avant.

[spockvarietyhour]

1987 Audi 5000

[beakersblog]

[car-ads]

1985 Audi 5000 Ad

Audi was still a young brand in 1985. The company itself, though, has roots reaching back to the beginning of automotive history. Horsch, Auto Union, DKW, and NSU are just a few names that have fallen under the Audi umbrella throughout history, but Audi is the one name that’s stuck. The 5000 proved to be a great sports sedan, if a bit drab, and soon evolved to compete with the big-name German brands. 

[duranduratulsa]

80's Fest Car of the day: Audi USA 5000 #cars #classiccars #audi #audi5000 #80s #80sfest

[duranduratulsa]

80's Fest car of the day: Audi 5000 #cars #classiccars #audi #audi5000 #80s #80sfest #ilovethe80s

[callmebambi13]

I was written up at work today

The most cited reason was "insubordinate for inquiring about additional compensation to work on ongoing projects for an indefinite period of time (that were outside the job title I signed on for that is required by state law and is directly paid for by the client) and at my anniversary with the company/current role"

Second most was "my tone" when I contacted mgmt about significant issues (my role is in compliance)

Third was taking steps to protect myself that our OWN HR DEPT RECOMMENDED.

That's what I get for taking action in an "open door, let's solve our problems together."

[seat-safety-switch]

Despite my long-standing hatred for the Germans, I still held a shameful love in my heart for the 1980s Audis. With their cockamamie Rube Goldberg fuel management and dusty-bleached-crayon stench, there was no real logical reason to enjoy them as much as I did.

Was it the fantasy of being a 1980s yuppie, cutting deals and getting dunked on by a rag-tag group of spunky teenagers trying to save the old community centre? The challenge of putting myself in the mindset of a cocaine-addled Austrian who thought a 200lb power seat was what performance drivers wanted? My endless affection for ripping ass down terrifying mountain roads at irresponsible speeds, saved from disaster only by idiot-proof understeer-happy all-wheel-drive systems? For years, I turned this over in my mind, grasping at whatever rhetorical straws I could in order to separate my image of myself as a heroic figure from my knowledge of myself as what I truly was - an addict.

Thankfully, the normal Volkswagen-fanboy inflation had kept me from buying one of these cars. It was for the best: I didn’t want to sully the purity of the pools of spilled fluids around my compound by adding something hoity-toity like a Pentosin leak. I could admire those cars from afar, as guys with storage units full of MkI Rabbit steering wheel covers outbid each other, turning $200 pieces of shit into $20,000 pieces of shit.

One night, though, my luck changed. After helping a little old lady cross the street, she offered me, free and clear, her ‘86 5000S. She didn’t need it to go to her “rallies” anymore, she explained, which was confusing to me because why would you want to take a cab to a rally race?

I didn’t hesitate. The price was certainly right, and a heavy front-wheel-drive non-turbo turd like this wouldn’t inspire me to spend a buck on it that I didn’t absolutely have to. That night, I parked a few blocks away from my home, so that the piles of half- to fully-broken Subarus didn’t see it and get angry at me for bringing the enemy into their midst.

In the end, it seemed that the only real enemy that laid within the Audi was myself. That, and the fucking warm-up regulator. Holy shit, why won’t you cold idle?