By naterisch
08/25/2015
“Let me tell you about the very rich,” wrote F. Scott Fitzgerald. “They are different from you and me.” Boy howdy; for one thing, as Ernest Hemingway noted, they have more money—lots more. And if you want to see how they spend it, come to Monterey for Car Week. Then pay your way into some of the week’s big-buck events, like the Quail, or the Pebble Beach Concours. You’ll start to wish you had a little more Flagler-Rockefeller DNA.
By naterisch
08/25/2015
Last week, after I attended to the black 2002’s sticky accelerator, I accidentally cleaned off my knees and elbows with Inox stainless-steel polish (sure, laugh it up). The next issues had to do with appearance—no, not mine, the car’s. This was rather remarkable; I had no way to know in advance that once the accelerator was freed, the inexpensive 02 would need so little to be drivable. 
By naterisch
08/17/2015
“Go fast!” Well, it is a well-sighted on-ramp, and there doesn’t appear to be any traffic…. “Go faster!” Yes, master; faster I must go. “Go faster, daddy!” Got it: throttle pedal to the—wait, was that actually someone talking to me?! Indeed, that was my five-year-old son, not the normal “Punch it now!” voice in my head. I think I’ve created a monster.
By naterisch
08/17/2015
Last week, I learned that I was the winner of the Who-Can-Make-A-Serious-Offer-On-A-Black-On-Black-1976-BMW-2002-And-Come-Up-With-Actual-Money-In-Two-Days contest. By sheer coincidence, the passing of papers—the exchange of money for title—happened on my birthday. 
By naterisch
08/10/2015
Auto racing has taught me many life lessons, but the lesson of perseverance is one that hits home the most with me personally. As you may know, the last two races after our second-place finish at Watkins Glen didn’t go quite as planned; first we had an oil-pump issue, and in the second event, we were crashed out into the tire barriers on lap one!

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