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One That Got Away, One To Take Its Place?

My friend Rick and I met when we worked together at Tesla. We found a number of common interests, including cars, music, and a love of writing. While I whittle away at this blogging thing Rick has taken a bigger leap and is working full-time on his writing now, but while his take on the great American novel is in progress he also has a blog for his extraneous writings. One of his recent posts about the one (car) that got away brought back memories of my "one." ( click here for Rick's post ) I've written about my '87 M3 on these virtual pages before, and neither my passion for that car nor the regret I have from selling it have subsided. Now that the market for the E30 M3 is approaching air-cooled Porsche levels of crazy prices, my chances of picking up another one any time soon are slim-to-none. So it shall remain on my most-wanted list until such time as I can afford one again. In the meantime, I've added it to my automotive bucket list. ...

Happy Belated Anniversary. To Me.

I took a few minutes this evening and scrolled back in time to read some of my earlier posts on this here blog. Only after this trip down memory lane did I notice that that the fifth anniversary of my writing endeavor was on January 1st of this year. I can't believe I've been plugging away at this for five years now. And by plugging away, I mean occasionally remembering that I have this blog and adding a little something to it. Thanks to all my readers. I think I'm up to 10 now! Happy Anniversary and Happy New Year!

Who is this guy, anyway?

The best car I've ever had. I miss this one the most. 1988 BMW M3 As a component of my attempts at personal growth and self-promotion, I took it upon myself to establish a personal mission statement. This required a little retrospection, and turned into this biographical statement about how I got here and how that has shaped my goals as a writer. So here it is: A future automotive idealist, taken home from a New Orleans hospital in a silver Volkswagen 411 sedan, my automotive obsession was but a glimmer in my tiny newborn eyes. A few years later, per my mother’s frequent re-telling of the story, from my car seat in the back of that VW, I was recognizing far off in the distance a car that I knew to be a Mercedes Benz. Precious, but she pointed out that I couldn’t possibly recognize even the three-pointed star from that distance. Oh, but I could. And I had, and it was. The first treasured moment in the life of a true car geek. My ...

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