By naterisch
09/15/2014
BMWs, particularly 2002s, have been a near-constant presence in the last 32 years of my life. When Maire Anne and I drove to the Weminuche Wilderness in Colorado in 1982 and hiked up over the Continental Divide, where I pulled my grandmother’s ring out of my pocket and asked her to marry me, it was my Malaga ’73 Malaga 2002 that brought us to the trailhead.
By naterisch
09/09/2014
It is not really true that I drive to Oktoberfest in secret hopes of running into a herd of galloping gravel that will assault my windshield to the point of replacement, but I must confess that the joy of sitting behind a new windshield is an amazing thing. It usually takes three or four years of cross-country driving before some errant hunk of granite cracks the glass; in the meantime, the minor pits and craters from sand and smaller stones—the ones that do not crack the windshield, although they do leave at least a tiny divot—accumulate with a devious subtlety.
By naterisch
09/08/2014
I recently met a guy with whom I’ve become fast friends. “Mark,” like many of us, is a car guy through and through. He had the good fortune of cashing out of an executive job at a big Massachusetts computer corporation at exactly the right time, and began indulging his automotive passions—first Corvettes, then Porsches, then Ferraris. “The sales tax alone is stupid money,” he says, “and you can’t gas up and drive anywhere without people rubbernecking. I’m done with exotics.” Finally, he turned to vintage British, German, and Italian cars in the $15,000-to-$30,000 range. He’s got a barn-sized garage that holds fifteen cars. 
By naterisch
09/02/2014
I do not possess a valid license endorsement to ride a motorcycle. In fact, I am not, for lack of a better word, allowed to have one. The conversation with my better half usually goes like this:
By naterisch
09/01/2014
I will admit that I prefer fuel injection to carburetors. Even vintage fuel injection, like the mechanical Kugelfischer system in the 2002tii or the Bosch L-Jetronic I retrofitted into the 3.0CSi, generally does a better job than carburetors of providing easy starting, decent warm-up behavior, and drivability.

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