By naterisch
12/28/2015
I had hoped to be able to write this week’s piece about the triumphant completion of my replacement of the brake lines on my Suburban, a job of questionable worth that has occupied way too much of my time and pushed out all other projects.
By naterisch
12/20/2015
’Tis the season to be thankful for what we have—and not what we hope to receive! In reflecting on the past year, I am, without a doubt, thankful for my family and friends; I'm thankful to Chris and Satch for giving me an opportunity to work with the BMW CCA, and to Horatiu Boeriu of BMWBlog, all those years ago, for taking a chance on my abrasive comments as a rough translation of writing ability.
By naterisch
12/20/2015
Last week I wrote about how the common problem of rusty brake lines in late-’90s to mid-2000s Chevy Suburbans raised its ugly head in my 2000 ’Burb for the third time, resulting in another popped line. (At least this time it happened in my driveway.) I detailed how an examination of the lines showed that they were so rusty that replacing all of them was really the only sane and safe choice.
By naterisch
12/12/2015
Many of us have read stories or seen pictures of BMWs that saved their occupants’ lives in terrible traffic accidents. It’s true that crash-protection is a high BMW priority, and that many people above-ground today wouldn’t be if they had been driving a less-safe vehicle. But there are other ways a car can save—or at least extend—your life, and I believe I have discovered one.
By naterisch
12/12/2015
Sometimes my columns are so prophetic I feel that I’m writing my own future. Last week I wrote, “Of course, the Suburban has gobs of miles, rust, a cracked exhaust manifold, and leaking intake manifold gaskets, so it may in fact die at any time. So really, what I’m trying to do is use the ’Burb and the Z3 to tag-team my way through the winter.”

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