By naterisch
07/03/2017
Last week I regaled you with my four simple requirements for an RV: It needed to run. It should cost me as little as possible. It could not be a fool’s errand, and Maire Anne had to be willing to sleep with me in it. If her first reaction to something I dragged home was “Ick!” it would mean that I had screwed up big time.
By naterisch
06/26/2017
Last week I attended a meeting at the BMW CCA Foundation in Greer, South Carolina. You know the place. It’s right next door to the BMW Performance Center East, down the street from the BMW Zentrum, and just across the road from BMW Plant Spartanburg.
By naterisch
06/26/2017
Last week, Old Blue, the ’73 2002tii, was sold. The new owner, Richard, just picked it up, and he is driving it home to Baltimore. As I am someone who appears to be the walking personification of cash burning a hole in a pocket, you won’t be surprised to learn that the money wasn’t even in the bank, much less my pocket, before I bought something else.
By naterisch
06/19/2017
The great Satchel Paige once replied to a sportswriter who asked his age, “How old would you be, if you didn’t know how old you was?” I think that this line must be the key to BMW enthusiasm—or maybe I am just delusional.
By naterisch
06/19/2017
Last week, in my column on the beauty pageant of the three tii’s side-by-side, I said that I was readying Old Blue, the ’73, for sale. Oh, boy, did I ever find the right buyer.

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