By naterisch
02/16/2015
On the same day that I received a discount on my car insurance for dealing with a monitoring device that beeped incessantly in my 1 Series, I also had a long conversation on getting an upgrade to my old fuzz-buster (forgive me, I still have some old lingo stuck in me). I had gone an entire three months with a device in my car that was recording my every movement; every spirited on-ramp, every mountain fun run, every time a child with a basketball jumped out in front of me, it recorded that stuff. I was being tracked by Big Brother.
By naterisch
02/16/2015
First, to close out last week’s teaser: To no one’s surprise, the $1,500 Z3 I saw on Craigslist sold to the first person who called. My friend Alex was second on the list. I didn’t need another Z3, so it’s no skin off my nose either way, but I do find it comforting to know that such things are in fact out there.
By naterisch
02/09/2015
I talk about my love for my E46 M3 quite a bit; several people would say that it’s the apple of my eye. In reality, though, there is a five-foot-nothing brunette who loves to drink craft beer and play fantasy football; she stole my heart a long time ago. And when I met her, she wasn’t a car person at all!
By naterisch
02/09/2015
Last week I wrote about bleeding the brakes in the Shark. I described beginning the process at the left front caliper and working my way to the right rear. I’ve since received numerous e-mails and Facebook messages telling me that I’m doing it wrong (in some cases, telling me, “You idiot, you’re doing it wrong!”). 
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.

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