Getting my car was a story. Maybe not a movie, but a decent story.
I know I'm not the only one - I've seen several of you guys refer to the thing that first got your attention or how some of you original owners first got your car. I'd love to hear those stories.
I wrote this several years ago when Jalopnik asked for "your best BMW story" as a nod to BMW celebrating their 100 year anniversary.
I hope you enjoy, and more importantly, I hope you share your stories, too.
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The first car we bought as a married couple (to replace my expensive, gas-hungry Silverado) was a 1989 Mazda MX-6 Turbo (with the super cool oscillating vents - priceless!). It lost its timing belt at 80mph right around the 144k mile mark. I learned to never assume a previous owner has done scheduled maintenance - even if that maintenance would have been LONG overdue when you bought the car.
I went without for a while, my wife and I taking turns riding our bikes and driving her car while I waited to buy the pickup I wanted, when our Camry died at 4:00 am one morning on the way to the airport for my very first business trip. It was also a timing belt (though the Camry has a clearance engine, so it was fixable - just needed a new timing belt). I called a cab, got to the airport, and by the time I hit my first layover in Denver, my wife's dad had coincidentally called and told her about a cheap, low-mileage car he'd stumbled across. I don't think she even knew what it was - it was just a car and it was available, and she said yes.
I drove that Nissan Stanza for 8 years, and I hated it every day. It needed new CV joints (thank you, salty winter Detroit!), but that's the only thing I ever did besides oil changes. It was crazy reliable. So I didn't have even a hint of an excuse to get rid of it. We were poor and in school, and it was impossible to justify selling it. My father-in-law would remark years later that he never expected me to keep that car half as long as I did.
I graduated with my MBA and got the job I'd always wanted - working at GM in 2007. The work and inside scoop on everything was great, but the uncertainty of the company's future was enough to keep us from buying a house - or blowing money on a new car. My uncle had an almost ten-year-old M3 I loved - and that I thought he'd sell me - but I had to do it BEFORE I started at GM or risk some major repercussions.
After talking it over with my wife I couldn't justify it - even though I thought about it every day. That wisdom paid off, too - I was let go just before GM filed bankruptcy and never even made my 2-year anniversary there.
Six months later I was somewhat employed again, and the Nissan was seriously showing its age. Knowing what I know now, it probably needed new shocks, suspension bushings, ball joints, control arms, etc. - but I was more ignorant back then and it just felt like it was slowly dissolving. Almost dangerous to drive. But I really wasn't all the way back on solid financial footing, so something new (to me) was not really in the cards.
Around the same time, I went to visit my parents in Idaho and happened to mention to my uncle how much I still liked the M3. He'd originally bought it for my cousin, but it was so bad in the snow he'd traded him for an X3 (they weren't really interested in the hassle of snow tires). So now he was only driving the M3 in the summer, keeping it parked inside for the winter. Of course I made the "if you ever want to sell it..." comment, but unfortunately he immediately told me he'd already been trying to sell it.
I was crushed. There was no way I could talk my wife into it. I couldn't even try. But my uncle was still talking. He'd had it up for sale for a while now, and had only had a few joyriders try to take it out. Well, there was this one guy who had offered to pay what he was asking, but he was a jerk, and he didn't want that guy to have it.
So no takers. And then he dropped the bombshell - an offer I could almost maybe pitch to my wife despite our circumstances.
He said he knew I wasn't working full-time again yet, but said he would give me the M3 for about half of book value. I WAS working - just not full time, and we did have savings, so paying for it wasn't really the problem either. But if things didn't work out with my current "internship" turning into a real job, I'd need to agree to sell it before things got tight.
It sounded like a decent pitch to me, too. But I also knew it was somewhat risky - my wife is fairly risk averse, and was even more so at the time. And from a financial perspective, this was flat-out stupid. Well, maybe not stupid, but certainly not conservative. At best an unsecured investment, at worst, a complete loss.
I knew what she'd say before I even asked. I knew the arguments she'd use, and I didn't blame her - I knew it too, but I had to ask.
She should have been more put out about it (you know, the never ending obsession). But she was great (well, is great). She knew the Nissan was falling apart, and was sympathetic, but it just wasn't in the cards right then.
So I called my uncle and told him I couldn't under my current circumstances. He said he might just sit on it for a while and try again in the spring, which was at least some consolation.
Three weeks later I walked out of a restaurant for my birthday dinner, and our Camry had been stolen. I'd parked in the front row, and there was no question - it was gone.
I looked again at the spot where our car had been, and realized I'd missed an important detail.
There couldn't be more than a couple black M3 sedans within 500 miles, and I'm not a complete moron - it WAS my birthday. But still, I couldn't start to think this was a birthday surprise - too painful if it was some kind of cruel coincidence. So I stood there in a state of confusion addled disbelief.
It must have been funny to watch me stand there, looking around the parking lot and then back at the M3. Around the parking lot, and then back at the M3.
Something made me finally look back at everyone else.
Cameras out. Smiling. Laughing, even. Not a cruel coincidence.
Birthday surprise. Best birthday surprise. Best birthday ever.
Best wife ever.
I mean, it's one thing to buy a car. But it was a huge gamble, a giant act of faith that I'd find something, that work things would work out, that WE would work out.
Especially after the strain of losing my job and some of the challenges we went through because of it, THIS was - impossibly - more than just the car I'd been dreaming about for years.
It was a heartfelt token of commitment at a time when we didn't have much left.
So it's a little more than a car to me.
Even before my Matthew Crawford Shop-Class-as-Soul-Craft moment when I decided to fix the head gasket myself despite no previous experience - and the incredible wealth of experience that's opened up for me over the last ten years.
Even before my decade of steering and suspension tweaking to make the car the perfect partner for an Indian Summer drive west of Austin into Texas Hill Country.
Even before daily driving this incredible machine for 12 years… it was more than just a car.
So you'd forgive me for laughing when people ask me if I'm interested in selling it. "Don't hold your breath," I tell them.
Sometimes friends ask me -"Really - how long are you going to keep this car?"
Barring a tragedy of some kind, as long as I plan to keep my wife around.
Forever?
Sounds good to me.
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