echo46
10-07-2011, 08:23 AM
As we have been having spectacular weather here on Long Island, I got up at the crack of dawn to go for an open water swim at a beautiful lake just north of West Hampton. Threw my wet suit in the back of the ZHP and headed east on Sunrise Highway. Got closer to the lake but was having such a good time driving the whip, I decided to take a little detour onto Mill Road, a very light travelled, twisty, curvey, benignly hilly road built for all the strenghths of BMW's 3 series.
As I began negiotiating the intricacies of the road, my car seemed to come to life around me. I rolled all the windows down, opened the sun roof, cranked up the Grateful Dead (a September, 1972 Dick's Picks featuring the Grateful Dead in all their glory at the Spectrum in Philadelphia absolutely killing "He's Gone") and just let the car roll. The sun's young orange rays splattered all across the oreint blue of the hood was almost surreal. The car was one with the road and the tires seemed to bite hard at the asphault activating the perfect beefed up ZHP suspension pulling the ass of the car smoothly but hard into and out of each turn. The in-line six roared, eating up the real estate with ease. It was one of those fleeting moments that I tried to hold onto with all my strength. What in the world could be more perfect.
Then later, as I was on my way to work, I observed an beautiful M3, bobbing and weaving in and out of traffic. I caught up to the M3 and the guy driving had a grin on his face from ear to ear. I rolled down my window and yelled "Great Car." Still grinning like an idiot he yelled back, "I love this damn car."
Made the whole day worth getting out of bed.
As I began negiotiating the intricacies of the road, my car seemed to come to life around me. I rolled all the windows down, opened the sun roof, cranked up the Grateful Dead (a September, 1972 Dick's Picks featuring the Grateful Dead in all their glory at the Spectrum in Philadelphia absolutely killing "He's Gone") and just let the car roll. The sun's young orange rays splattered all across the oreint blue of the hood was almost surreal. The car was one with the road and the tires seemed to bite hard at the asphault activating the perfect beefed up ZHP suspension pulling the ass of the car smoothly but hard into and out of each turn. The in-line six roared, eating up the real estate with ease. It was one of those fleeting moments that I tried to hold onto with all my strength. What in the world could be more perfect.
Then later, as I was on my way to work, I observed an beautiful M3, bobbing and weaving in and out of traffic. I caught up to the M3 and the guy driving had a grin on his face from ear to ear. I rolled down my window and yelled "Great Car." Still grinning like an idiot he yelled back, "I love this damn car."
Made the whole day worth getting out of bed.