A History of Vehicles – ’87 BMW 325e

While I was in middle school my father had a two door 1985 BMW 318i. It cemented itself as one of the cooler vehicles I rode around in as a child. In the final months of my Volvo ownership, I began lusting after an E30 (US Market 1984-92 3 Series) of my own. Instead of being a good boy and holding onto my tax return to hold me over between jobs, I went out and bought a clapped out pile of Germanity for less than most people’s insurance premiums. The silliness continued.

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A History of Vehicles – ’85 Volvo 745ti

The first car that was mine, all mine. A friend’s father sold it to me on a handshake loan and off I went. Blissful ignorance is the best way to describe my relationship with this one. I don’t recall the exact span but it had been some time since the car was driven regularly. The first night I had it the heater valve blew. Within the first three months I had a tire blow out on the highway, and eventually all of them would need to be replaced due to age. Then the speedometer stopped working.

Complete with JDM angle photo. Ah, to be 17 again.

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SpeedSF at Sonoma Raceway


There are those of us that spend time in places just to soak in the ambiance. For some it’s libraries, others it’s bars, for me it’s usually a coffee shop in the middle of nowhere. Occasionally, I’ll switch to an open track day. Continue reading “SpeedSF at Sonoma Raceway”

Hey, I’ve done something!

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If I’m not out bombing down a back road, tinkering on someone’s car, or researching my next purchase, I’m reading, watching, or listening to my favorite automotive journalists. In no particular order, these are people I’ve come to really enjoy the work of, and tend to seek out for automotive content.

I love cars. Of everything that makes me who I am, those words are the easiest declaration I can make. Whenever someone asks me what my plans are for the weekend, when a new acquaintance asks me what I do for fun, if an old friend asks what I’m up to these days; the answer typically revolves around noisy boxes on four wheels.

However, I’m finding that my infatuation with these petrol-explody screech boxes is a bit of a distraction from my “normal” life. I’m sneaking glances at my Tumblr at work, daydreaming of drives while listening to co-workers, and spending any spare or stolen second to plan my next auto related activity.

The people listed at the beginning of this post saw to it that their love of cars became something more than a screen saver on their desktop. I waste a lot of time musing if people will actually care for what I have to add to the conversation on this well staffed subject. But the only way to know is to speak up.

Gotta start somewhere.