One of the many paths my automotive life may take in the near- to mid-term involves adding a BMW 325i convertible – 325iC, ‘vert, E30, insert your colloquialism of choice here – to the stable.
It’s the dead of winter in Minnesota, but today the sun came out and the temperature went up to 40F degrees. So of course I started looking for clean, relatively unmolested examples. Shockingly, there aren’t a lot of them on the market right now. At least, not anywhere near here. Continue reading
(Yes, it’s been a long summer bereft of posts. Forgive me. Summer is short here in the North Woods, and I was out enjoying it!)
As some of you may know by now, the current fleet of old cars, specifically the 1972 Bavaria and the 1981 528i, is on the block. I could name a hundred different reasons for this upset, ranging from storage space to maintenance needs to the relative intelligence of having two cars you can drive six months out of the year, but don’t. At the end of the day, or the auction, I can boil it down to this: Continue reading
“I need you to talk me out of being stupid.”
You know what kind of day it’s going to be when your phone buzzes and you hear those first words on the other end of the magical string. The disembodied voice has already made his decision, but he wants to go through the exercise anyway. He wants you to tell him whatever BMW he’s going to interview, or whatever Mercedes-Benz on which he’s about to click Buy-It-Now, is either a bad idea, redundant to his current fleet, or both.
In this case the stupidity revolves around your friend driving an hour to see a Range Rover County LWB he has, in his head, probably already bought. Meet Chris.