Not my Baby.....

I tried to prevent it. But she wouldn’t have it. I tried offering substitutes, but she wouldn’t go for it.

“But, but…” I said.

“No honey, it’s time.” She replied.

She has that look in her eye that says she won’t be deterred.

“Okay.” I relented. “Just please, please be careful. She very sensitive.” I just don’t want her to get hurt.

“Honey” she said. “I’ve had a lot of experience at this. You’re just experiencing separation anxiety. This’ll be good for you and her. We’ll just be at the doctors and then we’ll be home, there’s nothing to worry about”

“But she’s my baby.” I said.

“For crying out loud Stuffy, it’s just a car.”

A car, a car! It’s my Beemer and she’s driving it away. NOOOOOOoooooo!!! :frowning:

Dammit, I knew I should have gotten her car fixed last weekend. :slight_smile:

Yes sir, that’s my baby,
no sir, don’t mean maybe…

Ah, the two happiest times in a Bimmer owner’s l ife, when you get your first one and when you sell it :smiley:


Padeye, former owner of a snappy '90 325i that he ditched as it fell of the event horizon of a money sucking vortex.

SELL :::spurt::: sell? NEVER :smiley:

I know what you mean. I used to have an 87 528. Then the electrical system went screwy in a major way. I could barely give the thing away.