By naterisch
02/02/2015
A few weeks ago, I was driving from Kansas City to Cleveland. The directions are simple: Get on I-70 in Kansas City, turn left at Columbus, arrive in Cleveland. Since I drive I-70 a lot, and since I had extra time, I tried a shortcut by turning left at Indianapolis. This meant that somewhere east of Fort Wayne, I would actually leave the Dwight D. Eisenhower National System of Interstate and Defense Highways.
By naterisch
02/02/2015
Last week, I was stupid. This week, I was merely unlucky. It’s winter in Massachusetts, and we just had a blizzard, so even though I had installed the gas tank in the ’79 Euro 635CSi, and got the exhaust back in, it’s not like it’s going anywhere. It would be an act of automotive violence to let the Shark out of the garage and drive it on roads soaked with enough salt to rust steel wheels in real time; I’d have the ASPCS on my butt.
By naterisch
01/27/2015
It is fitting, I think, for BMW to celebrate 40 years of racing in the U.S. by returning to Daytona, where the legendary 3.0CSL “Batmobile” made its first American appearance. BMW did not win that race in 1975, but they won at Sebring a few weeks later, and they returned to win Daytona in 1976.
By naterisch
01/27/2015
Today we're going to talk about stupidity. Not monumental, earth-shaking, course-of-history-changing stupidity, just your garden-variety time-wasting kind.
By naterisch
01/19/2015
Sitting on a shelf next to my desk at work is a small, one-inch-by-two-inch frame containing a safety pin with FARPIS printed below it. It’s a long story, starting one very long afternoon as I sat in the passenger seat of my friend’s car, spending excessive amounts of time in a traffic jam on High Street in Columbus, Ohio. There was no known cause: no accident, no construction, no emergency—nothing.

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