By Nate Risch  
  
          02/08/2016  
  
  Sitting in traffic often seems so innocuous—but drifting along in a sea of metal certainly has its risks. There is one particularly pernicious confluence of highways in Cleveland at the crossroads of I-271, I-480, and Route 422. There are multiple merges, limited sightlines, and, at the right time of year, a crazy array of shadows that can hide a semi until it’s too late. Simply put: it’s really dangerous. And every city has one. Or two. Or three—
          By Nate Risch  
  
          02/08/2016  
  
  Rob’s book Memoirs of a Hack Mechanic is available through Bentley Publishers, Amazon, and Bavarian Autosport—or you can get a personally inscribed copy through Rob’s website: www.robsiegel.com.
          By Nate Risch  
  
          02/01/2016  
  
  By the time you read this, I will have already competed in my first Rolex 24 at Daytona—but at the very moment I am writing this, I am flying to Daytona, filled with excitement to race in one of my dream races. I have never raced in an event longer than 2½  hours, so even the idea that I get to pull my first all-nighter driving a race car is a thrilling thought of its own.
          By Nate Risch  
  
          02/01/2016  
  
  It is rare when one of my Facebook friends scoops me in looking for cars on Craigslist, as I am always looking for cars on Craigslist. But in mid-December, scoop me one of them did—and in my own back yard. I received a post from Patrick King with a link to a CL ad for a 2002tii in a town in suburban Boston only about ten miles from me. When I checked the ad, I saw that it had been up for less than 24 hours, so I forgave myself for whatever short lapse had occurred in my CL obsessive-compulsive routine. 
          By Nate Risch  
  
          01/23/2016  
  
  A few short years ago, I found myself behind the wheel of the monstrous Competition Package-equipped M5. The über-sedan came with an impressive boost to 575 horsepower—the highest output of any production BMW—and that raw, angry power of the turbocharged V8 was only brought into check by the massive sixteen-inch ceramic brakes tucked just behind the Michelin-wrapped twenty-inch wheels. The Competition Package was the ultimate version of the Ultimate Driving Machine.
  