By naterisch
06/22/2015
Some of you may be wondering why I haven’t written about my annual pilgrimage to the Vintage, the wonderful “a gathering, not a car show” that occurs annually around Memorial Day in Winston-Salem and traditionally occupies several columns and feature articles. Let me say that there is a Story. Oh, is there ever a Story! It just didn’t have the ending I wanted. And so I forced the Story to reboot itself until it bent to my iron will.
By naterisch
06/15/2015
When he built the largest private home in America, George W. Vanderbilt laid the groundwork for what became the U.S. Forest Service as well, with architect Frederick Law Olmsted creating a park of 125,000 acres of timberland, with 25 acres reserved for the gardens of Biltmore House. While Vanderbilt referred to it is “my little mountain escape,” by the time the house was finished in 1895, its living area exceed 135,000 square feet.
By naterisch
06/15/2015
The week before last, I walked up to the water’s edge with my 2001 E46 325xiT wagon. The work had begun innocently enough six weeks ago, when I noticed that the front axle boots were ripped, but a snapped pinch bolt and a decision to replace struts and tower mounts caused it to slide part way down the slippery slope.
By naterisch
06/08/2015
Models, models everywhere, And sculpted clay does sink; Models, models everywhere, But all they do is blink.
By naterisch
06/08/2015
We interrupt the work on the E46 wagon to bring you this news flash: I have quieted down the monkeys. When I was preparing to go to the Vintage (which is literally another story), I had the very happy problem of deciding which car to take. As part of the decision process, I pulled the ’72 2002tii out from where it had been stored over the winter and took it for a spin.

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