My first car was also a VW, a 1979 Scirocco. I really like that car, but it was destroyed in a rear-end collision one rainy day...
I managed to kill the car of my mother that way, while I was in the German Army. Was driving home and made the error to stop at the first stop sign past the base gates, to let a truck pass.
A drunken warrant NCO managed it to ram his Audi into the rear of the VW Polo of my mother and destroy both cars (impact velocity was around 55 km/h, from the distance my car got pushed, even though I was standing on the brakes). It was his birthday and he just wanted to buy some more beer.
Well, my car managed to drive home slowly (the whole right side was about 10 cm ahead of the left). And it was the moment, when I realized how good it can be to have friends... the guy attempted to ignore me and not tell me his insurance data. Until after being nice for two days, I called a friend. My friend served inside the company staff of the guy. And my friend told his First Sergeant about the incident. About 20 minutes later, I got a phone call, of the warrant officer, who told me his insurance data, with the sound of a very angry First Sergeant in the background.
According to my friend, it took the First Sergeant only 5 Minutes to literally tow the warrant NCO from the exercise area into his office, and the remaining 15 minutes to have a very aggressive conversation with him.
It is always good to have friends.
Was still my worst accident, and was the first real accident (aside of many scratches when learning the dimensions of my car) after I got my drivers license.