In a month and a half, Betty and I will load the X535d and head west to Beaver Creek, Colorado, for Oktoberfest 2014. Each year, Oktoberfest always leads our “can’t miss” list of possible vacations. This year’s gathering is something of an anniversary: It will be my 20th Oktoberfest—in a row.
It has long been said that in America, any three people interested in the same thing will form a club; add two more members, and they’ll put out a magazine. That may be an exaggeration, but when you think about it, you realize that the roots of the BMW CCA in Boston pretty much followed the pattern more than 45 years ago.
A silver orb glows in the night sky, a patchwork of scars and ruts adorning its face. A crimson shadow creeps across to slowly suffocate the lunar shimmer. The blood moon rises. And it’s tax day. Surely, this is a sign—a higher calling to do something great. The only logical interpretation: Take a half-day off of work and go test-drive some BMWs. Well, it was the only logical conclusion I could come up with, at least.
I am very open and honest about most things. I’m not a very good speller, and when it comes to cooking, I’m lacking in talent. On the flip side of the coin, I’m also a really bad liar. If you’re engaged in a conversation with me, you’re probably going to get as much of the truth as I can tell, and then I’ll fumble about in a lie.
The end of March means that the San Diego Chapter will be holding its annual high-performance driving school at Chuckwalla Valley Raceway. I have been attending this great event for the last few years, but this will be the second time in a row that I will be there as a volunteer instead of a student.