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 ...
Some charming bits that explain how I got here.