A few weeks ago, I was at my local dealership with about 300 other BMW enthusiasts to celebrate the arrival of the all-new M3 and M4. There were food trucks on hand providing great food, vendors displaying some great products, the local BMW CCA chapter had a booth signing up new members, and it was all in the dealership parking lot filled with BMW M cars from every model and generation.
Another outstanding Oktoberfest is in the books. What a gorgeous venue Beaver Creek was! Having some small prior knowledge of what goes into an event of this magnitude, I want to thank all the chapter volunteers, our National Office staff, Club officials, BMW CCA Foundation trustees and staff, vendors, contractors, and the almost 600 attendees who all helped make our annual family reunion—and my twentieth Oktoberfest in a row—so enjoyable and memorable.
Okay, okay, we actually have a few days to lay in supplies. But I wouldn’t want you to get busy and let the day slip by. That’s what happened to me a few years ago. No, I did NOT forget the 4th of July, I just forgot that in addition to its honored place as the anniversary of the Declaration of Independence, it also happens to be my wedding anniversary.
Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely, said Lord Acton. He also said, “To be able to look back upon one’s past life with satisfaction is to live twice”—but let’s get back to power.
I feel my brain slowly turning into mush as I stare at this computer screen, wondering what the heck is going on. I used to have nothing but amusing stories about adventuring in my 1 Series and all the exciting people I would meet on my adventures. I look back at almost a year and a half of writing for Roundel and wonder what sort of adventures I’m supposed to have from here on. But before that can happen, I have to find out where my adventurous spirit went. Sadly, my life has not been all that adventurous lately.