My 6th BMW is, appropriately, an E24

BMWs hedonistic GT had never really crossed my mind. The cars are frankly old-fashioned and not as lovable as the 3-series. I felt BMW had caved in to the American market, replacing the lovely E9 with a Bavarian Camaro. Exchange rates made it unbelievably expensive. Worst of all, the emasculated M30B32 wasn’t as fast as…

The E34 turns into an E30

If you’ve been following the narrative up to this point, you’ll know that my E34 was surplus. I wanted something smaller, I really didn’t like the driver’s seat, and my wife refused to drive it. So where do we go from here? I hate to admit it, but we considered trading it in on something…

The poor M42

Poor thing! This engine is BMW’s unappreciated black sheep. Not suited to American tastes. Not advised in anything with an automatic transmission attached. Not well suited to BMW’s sporting image. Compared to the inline sixes, it runs a little rough. It’s also conservative in output next to the Japanese competition. I’d expect the fanboi/stance/drift crowd…

That first E30

There’s always a first, right? My introduction to the now-legendary E30 was a service department loaner – maybe a ’91 sedan? I drove it once and I was hooked. I started hoping that the recall on Dad’s E34 would take more time. Fabulous little car, despite the automatic. It was unbelievably ‘tossable.’ Somehow, it was…

The E34 that became mine

All the previous cars were long gone by the time I could afford to indulge my hobby. However, the E12 had been sold off and replaced with one of the very first E34 I’d ever seen. It was an ’89 525i 5-speed. I was incredibly impressed with how far the E34 had advanced beyond the…

The E12 that lasted almost forever

Our next Bavarian was an E12 – the original 5-series. Ours was a pretty late model, an ’81 528i 5-speed in Polaris (silver) over blue vinyl. This car was an important part of growing up for many reasons. I finally left the back seat, it was the first BMW I ever drove, and it was…

The ’02 that started it all…

I’m blaming all this on my Father. He’s the one that got me hooked. It started in the 70s, when he brought home a brand-new Malaga red 2002. The only option it had was air conditioning. Fabulous little car. Mum still maintains that it was the most entertaining car she’s ever driven. My favorite memory…

First post!

Just a placeholder, until I get some lovely BMW stuff up on the blog later this week. We’re up and online though, and that’s more than half the battle. My father enjoyed BMWs. He enjoyed the near-anonymity of the brand and the camaraderie of our dealer’s garage. For years we flashed our headlights at other…