By naterisch
08/10/2015
Okay, enough of the teasers. I bought a 1976 2002. Here’s the skinny: A few Mondays ago, two days before my birthday, I was about to leave work when my Craigslist obsessive-compulsive syndrome did its thing. I typed “BMW 2002” into CL Boston for at least the fourth time that day—I do have a job, you know—when up popped the following ad:
By naterisch
08/03/2015
To say that I am a fan of the 3 Series would be a bit of an understatement. In my thirteen years of BMWs, I have owned five of the venerable 3 Series—counting our current 4 Series—in all shapes available except the convertible or GT. It’s a car that, for me, has always delivered on a core group of traits expected of BMW: athleticism, style, and luxury.
By naterisch
08/03/2015
Last week, I dropped the teaser that I’d bought another car, literally on my birthday. I did buy a car—but that’s going to have to wait, because the Shark has new shoes. Wait, what?! Sharks don’t have shoes. Must be a better analogy than that. I’ll work on it.
By naterisch
07/27/2015
It’s night now at the Pittsburgh International Race Complex. They call it Pitt Race for short, perhaps because “perk” was too cutesy for a manly race track, even though many excellent female racers drive here, too. For the first decade of its existence, the track was known as BeaveRun, but it has a new name and exciting new pavement.
By naterisch
07/27/2015
Last Wednesday, I turned 57. Of course, you think I probably bought myself a car. In fact, I did—but that’ll have to wait until next week. This is about the present my wife, Maire Anne, gave me. It came wrapped in two packages. The first vaguely resembled an arm bone. The second shook like a box of wrenches. I unwrapped it.

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