With the Car Of Your Dreams raffle now under way, I am a little miffed, because I am not eligible, being a paid contractor for the Club. Neither are the National Office staff or anybody serving on the Board of Directors, because we don’t want anybody to think we’re dealing from the bottom of the deck or favoring our cronies.
An inky black dot in the distance: a little closer: topless, hard on the brakes—curves. The streak of obsidian pours into a downhill right-hander. Redline; the naked wail of a straight six follows the blur back up and out of the short valley. Unmistakably labeled E93 on the license plate, the first 335i convertible of the year has sprouted.
My mom called me a dork before I even knew what the term meant. At a formative age, I turned to that big red book on the top shelf and was even more confused: a whale’s WHAT?! But in her nurturing mind, it was a term of endearment, a way for her to show me that by being a dork, I was superior in intellect from those around me—or at least this is what I’m telling myself now.
Bad news from Donington Historic Festival in England arrived just as gates were opening on the summer racing season—a timely reminder of the dangers inherent in any form of motorsport. Christian Devereux, of Chiswick, West London, was killed Sunday when his 1965 Mini Cooper S collided with a Ford Mustang, in a vintage race for pre-1966 touring cars at Donington Park.
Munich: The Z4 may have been an amuse-bouche to the main-dish April presentation of the M6 Gran Coupé in Munich—oh my lord God yes, the M6 Gran Coupé!—but what a pleasant mouthful it is. Presented as a sort of a facelift variant—hey, didn’t you need a facelift at the age of four?—the Z4 has a few cosmetic changes, the most obvious of which is a two-tone treatment of the top.