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Congrats on getting this heap road legal!

Find me a cpo bmw 328i x drive sedan in dark blue with saddle interior with less than 25k mikes for ~$25k, give me $11k for my ‘13 37k mile g37x with scrapes from 8 months in an NYC garage (being realistic for a dealer trade in value) and you have me as a buyer. If not, I can drive my car until it dies and therein

I enjoyed this very much. Thank you.

Traffic in my neighborhood in Manhattan is multiples worse than it used to be before Uber/Lyft.

Another secondhand story, and another Corvette story.

I asked my Dad one time the fastest he had been in a car. It was a V12 Jaguar E-Type, South Florida interstate, a balmy Spring Break midnight, early 1970s. He and his buddy got the car north of 120, at which point he said the headlights weren’t working well enough to go any faster. They were working well enough to

My great uncle, let’s call him ‘Eddie,’ is definitely the black sheep of the family. Not in a roguish, shocking conservative sensibilities way, but in a ‘stole my great-grandparents’ retirement money to pay for his coke habit’ sort of way. He also had some small time organized crime connections, a gambling problem,

Andy called me in one of his bi-polar manic stages to tell me the cops had just left his house in Rhode Island. They had come to ask him questions about his Corolla wagon that was found torched in a quarry someplace. Andy fully admitted to me he torched the Corolla for the insurance money, but due to being an amateur

Late ‘60's, my grandfather bought my mother her first car. Brand new Opel. Car had a manual transmission. She had never driven a manual transmission. He drops her off at the dealership, tosses her the keys and says “see you at home!”The town they lived in had a large hill in the middle of it. She got the car going and

In 1958-1959 I was a member of the Highland Touring Club in Oakland, CA. One of the members, a Western Electric engineering supervisor named Charlie Holloman, drove a black 300SL and drove it hard. Zipping up to the Bay Bridge toll plaza one dark and stormy night, he opened the gull wing door to pay the toll and damn

In the early/mid 80s here in NJ I had a summer gig as a parts driver for an import parts dealer. One of his regular clients was a holein the wall shop in a back alley that worked on exotics. I got to sit in a then new 512BB if only to prove i couldn’t fit in it. In the back corner one day I spied a 427 Cobra body

This Audi R8 6MT left to die in a farm field in Upstate NY. What a story behind it, too.

walked out of my NYC apt and saw a, not so clean, F40 parked on the street like a normal car.

The four door practical sedan that fits baby seats in the back is what got me my M5.

When I test drove the one I had, the salesman didn’t want to ride with me. His words were along the line of: “Look, you seem like a nice guy, but I don’t know how bad of a driver you might be. This car is kind of hard to handle and I don’t want to be there if you hit a phone pole.” Might have been a sales tactic, but

I’ve only had one true “barn find” incident in my life personally. I was about 18 years old and worked for JC Penney. During my lunch one summer, I was looking through the Dallas Times Herald’s car classifieds and saw “Old Mercury for Sale. Make offer.” with the phone number. It was late in the day, on a Friday, but I

I’ve posted this before, but it bears repeating.

And the first time it breaks (which won’t be too long after purchase) you'll be spending be cost of a Versa to fix it.