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.
By naterisch
02/02/2015
Last week, I was stupid. This week, I was merely unlucky. It’s winter in Massachusetts, and we just had a blizzard, so even though I had installed the gas tank in the ’79 Euro 635CSi, and got the exhaust back in, it’s not like it’s going anywhere. It would be an act of automotive violence to let the Shark out of the garage and drive it on roads soaked with enough salt to rust steel wheels in real time; I’d have the ASPCS on my butt.

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