By naterisch
01/18/2016
With the Suburban now finally behind me (actually, it’s not behind me, it’s literally all around me; it’s got 5,500 pounds of steel, and four-wheel-drive, and decent heat, including heated seats—all the nice winter things my Z3 lacks), I can finally work on something else.
By naterisch
01/12/2016
It is the new year, and it is customary for some to look ahead with trepidation, having schoolmarmed themselves into a mission of atonement and perfection. While I do believe in atonement, I also see yet another opportunity for new beginnings; as Steppenwolf so eloquently put it, It’s never too late to start all over again. But I have no time to waste on perfection.
By naterisch
01/10/2016
When last we saw my Suburban, ’twas literally the night before Christmas. I had installed all of the new stainless-steel brake lines, and simply needed to fill it with fluid and bleed it. Unfortunately, when I added the fluid, I discovered that the cap on the Motive power brake bleeder I use for BMWs doesn’t fit the brake fluid reservoir on the ’Burb.
By naterisch
01/03/2016
In the spirit of new beginnings and self-reflection, I am kicking off 2016 by presenting something a bit different—a poem inspired by the automotive events of 2015 and the possibilities of 2016.
By naterisch
01/03/2016
Early in September, my friend Andrew Wilson sent me a Facebook message recommending that I look at a post on the “2002 Fanatics” Facebook page. (As much as I may try, I can’t be everywhere at once, either physically or virtually, and this is not one of the pages I frequent.)  

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