Go Down A Storm
Second-gen Sciroccos offer an affordable way into classic dub ownership and the rare Storm is cream of the crop
Words Martin Domoney Photography Adam Shorrock
Settle into those posh pews and there's a great view out of the green-tinted glass. Take a look in the mirror and that huge spoiler looms large. Gripping the sporty four-button steering wheel, my eyes are diverted to the busy instrument cluster and its on-board-computer digital display – perfect for seeing what MPG you got on the way to that Gary Numan gig.
I close the door while muttering ‘just like a Golf’ and fire up the Scirocco, pointing it into the deep Surrey countryside. I struggle to see why these cars weren’t given as much love as the Golf. Piloting it has that early VW hot-hatch vibe, but it feels a bit more special. The Storm models got a load more luxury and toys than a stock GTX with the same engine. Electric windows and an aerial plus a stereo cross-fader and the aforementioned leather all upped the opulence but also the weight. The bodykit and spoiler do make up for this a little, reducing the drag coefficient to a pretty decent 0.38cd.
The Storm’s 8-valve motor, nicked straight from the Golf GTI, is still a proper goer. Even with the Storm's extras to carry around it'll still allow 0-60mph in 9.6 seconds. On paper it isn’t the most powerful engine, but the mid-range surge from burying the throttle in the deep shag has me beaming. Gears are slightly stiff to select, and first and second seemingly hang out over to the passenger side's door pocket, but once you’re used to the pattern it’s a joy to chop up and down through the keenly spaced ratios.
Pushing on through the leafy tunnels and sweeping bends, the car’s performance bloodline is evident in the handling; it lets you know about bumps and deviations in the road surface, and eggs you on to throw it into corners faster and faster. Its suspension is firm and the 14in bottletop alloys (another Storm-only addition) wear relatively low-profile rubber; interior trims creak and rattle if you clip a crumbly road edge mid-turn, a reminder that Sciroccos were Karmann-built rather than VW. Its nose tucks in willingly at near enough any speed, and the Storm far outperforms my ability to unsettle it. The brakes are numb, and the pedal needs to be provoked hard to get any real stopping power.
A buzz emanates from the dashboard as the rev needle rushes toward redline, but in truth that’s not where this engine pleases. This eager four-pot loves to pull through its power band before shifting up as torque drops off. Mid-range punch is a big part of the fun. Combined with well-honed suspension and period-correct (if vague) brakes, the Scirocco still makes any spirited driver want to spend more time with it. It's just a shame that there are so few left and opportunities are scarce.
The Modern Classics view
It’s sad that the Scirocco hasn’t enjoyed the same hype as the Golf from the same generation. The coupe is every bit as worthy, and really encompasses what cars were all about at that time. Its styling is daring without being brash, and the driving experience is fantastic. The Scirocco Storm is such a well-assembled package; it just seems to have a bit of everything that gets people excited about cars from this era. Add this to the knowledge that it was pricey when new, plus you’re highly unlikely to ever meet another Storm coming the other way out on the road, and you've got a car with a very exclusive feel. I definitely get why people who are into Sciroccos are into them so much, and it's a pity that more people dismiss them.
While it’s a shame that hundreds of prospective owners have missed the boat on this car, it’s all the sweeter for the savvy enthusiasts that snapped one up when they were pennies and still enjoy them today. If a good one comes up for sale at reasonable money and you’re after a do-it-all classic that’s only going to get more valuable, buy it. You won’t regret it.