By naterisch
02/29/2016
Recently, while undertaking a search for a “new” car, something occurred to me: Being a car enthusiast makes you crazy—a BMW enthusiast, perhaps even more so. I don’t necessarily mean crazy in the sense of hearing voices, or enjoying watching any of the presidential debates, but being a car enthusiast can make you irrational compared to the average person. 
By naterisch
02/29/2016
Last week I bought a 2003 E39 530i five-speed sport-package car for $1,500. It needed only a fresh battery thrown in and the tires pumped up for it to be awakened from a six-month snooze, rocked out of a snowbank, and test-driven. Dent-free and rust-free Titan Silver on the outside and rip-free and scuff-free black leather on the inside, its appearance was marred only by the absence of the original lovely Style 42 cross-spoke alloys, their rightful place usurped by a truly objectionable set of corroded five-spoke Beyern wheels with badly peeling superficial chrome.
By naterisch
02/22/2016
We’re only two weeks away from the exact 100th anniversary of BMW’s creation as a corporate entity in Germany. On March 7, 1916, aircraft-engine manufacturer Rapp Motorenwerke became Bayerische Motorenwerke. The company’s first product was the BMW IIIa inline six-cylinder, single-overhead-cam water-cooled airplane engine that helped make the Fokker D.VII the best German fighter of the First World War. The airplane was so good that the Allies specifically made the confiscation of all remaining examples a stipulation of the Treaty of Versailles.
By naterisch
02/22/2016
The purchase of Car #13 was spawned in a most unexpected way—incubated during two days of frigid weather over the long Presidents Day weekend. On the first day, I spent virtually the entire day on Craigslist, just to have something to do in a warm house. It was during this marathon that I found the car. And on the second, I went out in frigid temps and bought it.
By naterisch
02/16/2016
Oh sweet god in the tumbleweeds, I’ve gone and drunk the Kool-Aid: I love this car. If the M2 isn’t the best damn all-around track rat and street-show-off BMW since the E30 M3—yes, including the 1 Series M coupe, its most direct ancestor—then there is no order in the universe. You seriously need this bad ride.

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