By naterisch
02/08/2016
Rob’s book Memoirs of a Hack Mechanic is available through Bentley Publishers, Amazon, and Bavarian Autosport—or you can get a personally inscribed copy through Rob’s website: www.robsiegel.com.
By naterisch
02/01/2016
By the time you read this, I will have already competed in my first Rolex 24 at Daytona—but at the very moment I am writing this, I am flying to Daytona, filled with excitement to race in one of my dream races. I have never raced in an event longer than 2½  hours, so even the idea that I get to pull my first all-nighter driving a race car is a thrilling thought of its own.
By naterisch
02/01/2016
It is rare when one of my Facebook friends scoops me in looking for cars on Craigslist, as I am always looking for cars on Craigslist. But in mid-December, scoop me one of them did—and in my own back yard. I received a post from Patrick King with a link to a CL ad for a 2002tii in a town in suburban Boston only about ten miles from me. When I checked the ad, I saw that it had been up for less than 24 hours, so I forgave myself for whatever short lapse had occurred in my CL obsessive-compulsive routine. 
By naterisch
01/23/2016
A few short years ago, I found myself behind the wheel of the monstrous Competition Package-equipped M5. The über-sedan came with an impressive boost to 575 horsepower—the highest output of any production BMW—and that raw, angry power of the turbocharged V8 was only brought into check by the massive sixteen-inch ceramic brakes tucked just behind the Michelin-wrapped twenty-inch wheels. The Competition Package was the ultimate version of the Ultimate Driving Machine.
By naterisch
01/23/2016
Last week, I closed with the long-delayed E30 timing-belt replacement finally beginning in earnest. I decided to change the water pump at the same time, since the two repairs overlap substantially. I ordered a new Graf water pump, but when I took it out of its box and checked its bearing by grabbing the flange that the fan screws into and wiggling it, it had noticeable play—which was ironic, since the water pump I’d removed had none.

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