By naterisch
06/26/2017
Last week, Old Blue, the ’73 2002tii, was sold. The new owner, Richard, just picked it up, and he is driving it home to Baltimore. As I am someone who appears to be the walking personification of cash burning a hole in a pocket, you won’t be surprised to learn that the money wasn’t even in the bank, much less my pocket, before I bought something else.
By naterisch
06/19/2017
The great Satchel Paige once replied to a sportswriter who asked his age, “How old would you be, if you didn’t know how old you was?” I think that this line must be the key to BMW enthusiasm—or maybe I am just delusional.
By naterisch
06/19/2017
Last week, in my column on the beauty pageant of the three tii’s side-by-side, I said that I was readying Old Blue, the ’73, for sale. Oh, boy, did I ever find the right buyer.
By naterisch
06/12/2017
My BMW is parked under my son’s bunk bed, and it has now been there for the past five years. Okay: Technically, only a part of the car is under his bed, and it’s not really parked there so much as it's holding up the bed.
By naterisch
06/12/2017
My three round-taillight tii’s are all, right now, sitting in my driveway: Kugel, the well-sorted Chamonix ’72; Louie, the survivor and getting-to-be-well-sorted Agave ’72; and Old Blue, the well-patinaed Baikal ’73.

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