The year everyone was worried about everything except the right things
1981 was the worst year the American automobile market had experienced since the immediate post-war period. Interest rates had reached twenty-one percent, which meant that financing a car required either a strong conviction that the car was necessary or an income that placed you well above the average. The average new car cost $7,729 and the effective borrowing rate made that cost feel like considerably more. Reagan had just taken office. The air traffic controllers had just been fired. New car sales fell to 6.2 million units — the lowest since 1961 — and the domestic manufacturers lost money in ways that required the verb 'hemorrhaged' rather than 'lost.'
Against this background, the Chrysler Corporation was in the process of being saved by the K-car — the Aries and the Reliant — which were exactly the kind of simple, front-wheel-drive, fuel-efficient small cars that the market needed and that Chrysler, for once, had. Ford's Escort had arrived in 1981 as another front-drive small car. The Chevrolet Citation was GM's version of the same idea. And in the middle of all this domestic retrenchment, Volkswagen was selling a car called the Rabbit GTI that drove like nothing the American market had experienced, to buyers who had no idea what they were getting into and were very pleased once they found out.
