By naterisch
03/31/2015
When last we saw the Turkey, a moribund 2002, it had just been rudely roused from its six-year slumber, yanked from the seller’s garage by a ramp truck, and unceremoniously dumped in my driveway. The ramp-truck driver reported that the car appeared to have a seized right rear wheel, so it was likely to stay where it was dropped unless I did something to enable motion. Fortunately, it wasn’t blocking my garage. It was, however, blocking the Suburban, but a nine-foot mound of snow was also blocking the Suburban, so this was hardly an issue.
By naterisch
03/23/2015
“Be good—or at least be good at what you’re doing, even if it’s not good.” These are some of my favorite words of wisdom, words that have been passed down from generation to generation of the Weed family. Most of the time I’m pretty good at being “good,” but then again, when the decision to be good or not to be good comes along, I can rock bad pretty well, too.
By naterisch
03/23/2015
In last week’s column, I’d seen a ’73 2002, formerly Inka, now steel gray, that hadn’t run in five or six years. I’d given it a cursory examination in the seller’s garage. In spite of the shabby exterior, the car had a rather appealing intact black interior, a mint Momo Prototipo steering wheel, and a pretty nice set of front grilles.
By naterisch
03/17/2015
Last weekend, the San Diego Chapter held its annual high-performance driving school at Chuckwalla Valley Raceway. Since it was one of the first BMW CCA schools of the year, I thought it would be a great idea to head out into the desert and promote what the Club has to offer—and wouldn’t this be a great opportunity to review a car? Maybe the BMW 228i with the Track Handling package?
By naterisch
03/16/2015
About a year ago, I spoke at a local Porsche Club event. Afterwards, a guy approached me, saying that he had a BMW 2002 in his garage that hadn’t run in about six years, and asking if I could help him figure out what it’s worth and what to do with it. “Sure,” I said, “just e-mail or phone me.” He never did, and I forgot about it—

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