Well, I appreciate that. But go buy yourself a 525i wagon. Then come over here, we’ll race, and I’ll spank it in my ugly American car.
Interestingly, there are a lot of people out there who really don’t like the whole BMW attitude. I definitely ran into that when I was looking at a 3-series. I just had a friend divest himself of a 330 because of the assumptions people made about him because of the car he drove. It’s not all raving lunatics like the OPer. And I wasn’t particularly fond of the attitude I was given in several of my local BMW dealerships, either. For better or worse, among many, BMW does have a “looking down my nose” image. I prefer not to buy into that (another friend has a new Z3, and my dad has an '83 528e), so I won’t key your car, either.
Sweetheart, you’ll be spankin’ my 540i Sport Wagon in your dreams! Mmmmmmmm 4.4L V8 290hp <drool>.
Surely you didn’t assume I’d be going for the wimpier of the 5 series wagon, did you? Although I did go for the XJ6 instead of the XJ8, so I’ll forgive the assumption. This time.
Yes, I assumed, and thus made an ass of me. I guess I’ll have to trade in my CTS for a CTSi when your get your 540. Corvette 5.7L V8…350+hp.
Think we’ve highjacked this topic enough? I guess we’ve given the OPer the respect he deserves…
I had an '87 Mercedes 300-S. The box had no pickup to it. You press down on the gas and pfft. Nada.
Oh, sorry. Nein.
When you finally got it going, the windshield attracted bugs more than a queen bee in heat.
Do I hate Mercedes because they’re a pretentious German car company? No, I really couldn’t care less about that. I hate Mercedes because that car was a piece of crap.
However, I have faith in the system. You will either
Get arrested.
Get the shit beat out of you.
Pay for it later in life.
Number 3 happened to me. As a kid, I would soap windows on Halloween, thinking I was being a fun guy (or fungi to you “a guy walks into a bar” joke fans). No real harm done, but damn annoying to the owners. Fast forward 30 years and my BMW is sitting outside on Devil’s night, and is drilled by a balloon full of paint. After the initial shock wore off, I discovered that the paint was water soluble and washed off with no permanent damage. No harm done, but damn annoying. I figured this was God’s way of saying “See? It took me 30 years to get you back, but revenge is sweet!”
I suspect this will happen to you, Ralph… unless, of course you go to prison and end up discovering the joys of playing house with your roommate, a misunderstood killer named Jingles.
The scene: Ralph’s first day of prison, walks into his cell.
Jingles: New Roomate!? We are going to have fun tonight! Ralph: What kind of fun? Are we going to tear the tags off our mattresses? Jingles: No no no… we are going to play house! Now do you want to be the “mommy” or the “daddy”? Your choice. Ralph: I don’t want to play house! Jingles: You don’t understand. You are playing house. Now which do you want? Ralph: I guess if those are my choices, I’ll be the “daddy”, Jingles: Good boy! Now come over here and suck mommy’s dick.
JuanitaTech, it had no turbo but it wasn’t diesel (or, for that matter, a van). IIRC, it actually required the highest grade of gas available while filling up.
