By naterisch
11/25/2014
As we approach Thanksgiving, it’s customary to be thankful for the blessings we enjoy, as well as to reflect on the plight of those less fortunate. That’s right, I’m talking about the poor souls who drive older BMWs and have to make do with normally aspirated engines, manual transmissions, and rear-wheel drive.
By naterisch
11/25/2014
A few weeks ago (We’re Going to Need a Bigger Garage, Part II), I wrote about the rule-based decision process I was using to decide which cars went in which of three—no, four—storage locations. The rules were:
By naterisch
11/18/2014
The Los Angeles Auto Show is a big deal for several reasons, but it remains the Rodney Dangerfield of car shows. In a romantic comedy, the LA show would be the leading lady’s wisecracking best friend: attractive enough, and fun to be around, but when you get right down to it, she ain’t gonna get the guy.
By naterisch
11/18/2014
In response to last week’s eleven-car enumeration, CCA member Bill Schaefer e-mailed me his list, which included a vintage Fiat 500. It made me think about the 1974 Fiat 128 we had when I was in high school. It wasn’t the car that I learned to drive in—that distinction goes to our beloved ’69 Plymouth Satellite, the first car my mother bought by herself after my dad passed away.
By naterisch
11/10/2014
It’s an interesting time to be an automotive enthusiast. On one side of the car coin, we can purchase—for an admittedly substantial sum of money—a nearly-600-horsepower M5 sedan that is capable of transferring copious amounts of rubber to the ground while coddling its occupants with heated seats and multi-zone air conditioning. You can even simultaneously blast the a/c and crank up the backside warmers—just for fun. Don’t worry, your car won’t judge you.

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