Otto is still busted. It seems like that's all I can talk about lately. The knock sensor made the CE light go on again on Friday. And I took Otto to Vermont Saturday and just as I was about to leave for home, the horrible clutch/starter noise started and wouldn't stop. Somehow I made it all the way from Vermont to Stratford in sixth gear, the whole 2 1/2 hours on 91. Otto is at the dealership and of course, they cannot replicate the horrible noise. I know it's the ignition switch inside, but they can't replace it if it's not broken. I am so mad. I will stop now.
MORE IMPORTANTLY, I went to Vermont this past weekend to visit my friend Bob. We had GTI 337 playtime. We went to a crazy party in Sugarbush, and I let Bob drive my 337 because his was getting tinted. We were driving on these crazy twisty mountain roads. He pushed Otto to the limit, and it was so much fun. I knew my baby could handle well, but I never realized how well until Saturday night when we were taking corners at 90 mph and the tires were screaming. It was so much fun.
And then we saw a moose. A moose! There were signs for moose crossing and I couldn't believe it. I thought they were there for the tourists. Bob said he only sees them maybe twice a year, but sure enough, at 3 a.m. driving from Sugarbush to Rutland we go whizzing by an animal.
Me, in a Bud Light buzzed state: WHAT THE F WAS THAT?!
Bob: A deer.
Me: That was NO deer.
Bob slams on the brakes, pulls a U-turn and right there, on the side of the road, is a young female moose, staring back at me. Pure excitement for a suburban girl. I tried to take pictures, but of course my camera was on the wrong setting and they didn't come out. They look more like Blair Witch moose picutres. If you squint, you can see her eyes. I swear, there's a moose in there somewhere.
Anyway, Vermont was fun. Otto and I made nice new friends. :)

All of the pictures are here.
And keep your fingers crossed for Otto!