By naterisch
07/31/2017
Two weeks ago, when I wrote about the drive I took up to Burlington, Vermont, in my E39 530i stick sport, and waxed rhapsodic on how much I’ve grown to like the car, I said that I’d driven up there “to have a look at a couple of cars.” I will now tell you what those were.
By naterisch
07/23/2017
Not a word about the damn driving gloves. None of this is my fault. I am merely a victim of my own compulsion to live above my station: I own a collector car.
By naterisch
07/23/2017
About three years ago, I was at a cookout and ran into a young man whose father was the owner of a suburban Boston-area restoration shop that was fairly well-known among BMW owners back in the day. The young man said that his dad was selling a package consisting of his partially-restored 3.0CSi project car, plus a parts car and a trove of new and used parts, and asked me if I could spread the information around.
By naterisch
07/16/2017
My name is Chris and I have been numbers-free for eleven years. Maybe I’ve had a few lapses—snuck a peek at the latest complete list of manufacturers’ horsepower claims, and maybe a quick review of the fastest production car Nürburgring times. It’s hard to ignore all those juicy automotive tidbits flying around out there, especially for a former stats junkie like me.
By naterisch
07/16/2017
Some of you may remember the story; it wasn’t that long ago, Presidents Day Weekend 2016. I was still daily-driving my Suburban with the resurrected brake lines. The ’Burb was only still running because it had borrowed a volume of sheer will from my soul.

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