By naterisch
03/23/2015
In last week’s column, I’d seen a ’73 2002, formerly Inka, now steel gray, that hadn’t run in five or six years. I’d given it a cursory examination in the seller’s garage. In spite of the shabby exterior, the car had a rather appealing intact black interior, a mint Momo Prototipo steering wheel, and a pretty nice set of front grilles.
By naterisch
03/17/2015
Last weekend, the San Diego Chapter held its annual high-performance driving school at Chuckwalla Valley Raceway. Since it was one of the first BMW CCA schools of the year, I thought it would be a great idea to head out into the desert and promote what the Club has to offer—and wouldn’t this be a great opportunity to review a car? Maybe the BMW 228i with the Track Handling package?
By naterisch
03/16/2015
About a year ago, I spoke at a local Porsche Club event. Afterwards, a guy approached me, saying that he had a BMW 2002 in his garage that hadn’t run in about six years, and asking if I could help him figure out what it’s worth and what to do with it. “Sure,” I said, “just e-mail or phone me.” He never did, and I forgot about it—
By naterisch
03/09/2015
Evil cell phones and even evil-er texting has triggered a national conversation on distracted driving, even though drivers have been distracted since long before cell phones were invented. As I was driving last week, listening to a guy on the radio talk about distracted driving—pause here for realization of irony—I discovered that food, beverages, loud music, and other deadly practices are now being targeted as driving distractions that must be legislated out of existence.
By naterisch
03/09/2015
This week’s piece is short because, well, sometimes you get lucky. Last week I described MacGyvering—oh, hell, I can say hacking, right?—the ABS control module in my Z3, fixing it with a Dremel tool, a soldering iron, and hot glue. (And thanks, everyone, who sent me e-mail suggesting better, cleaner, more professional ways to cut it open—X-Acto razor saw—and seal it shut—Plast-Aid). I chronicled my joy in driving the car a hundred feet and having the ABS and DSC lights go out for the first time in my stewardship.

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