Rolling back nearly 2 years ago, I made the trip to collect my Z3 from a dealer 20miles from home. It was my first convertible experience. In typical fashion the weather decided on monsoon as the background to the journey.
In those 23 months I have had an awesome driving experience. Driving in the rain, driving in minus temperatures, driving at night looking up at the stars, driving in convoys of 15 other zeds, just simply driving to the shops. Every time with the biggest smile on my face. That which is affectionately referred to as DTS (dry teeth syndrome).
She was never a minter, but she was mine. I washed her, stroked her gentles sweeping curves, eyed her from the window while she was on the drive.
Things move on, and for some time I've been itching for something with some more oooomph. The initial draw to an M was strong, but I wanted something I could drive all year, all weathers and not be worried about ending up facing the wrong way in someones garden. After much consideration I decided on the Z4 with a big engine.
So in preparation I start taking off the shiny trinkets and coveted items from the options list trawled from many hours on eBay and various forums. Finally it was due it's MOT, one last chance for her to shine and make me smile! Now like other things in my life, that didn't quite go to plan and she did her best to spit in my eye and act like a jilted lover.
Now she will have to head up to my mates house in Cheshire to bide her time till he tames her anger, and gets her ship shape and ready for the road again. There is a good chance she may want to move in with him permanently; but that is the fickle nature of love.
So come this next weekend, I shall be without the car which I have loved more than any other, but only so that I can follow my heart with a younger model.
In those 23 months I have had an awesome driving experience. Driving in the rain, driving in minus temperatures, driving at night looking up at the stars, driving in convoys of 15 other zeds, just simply driving to the shops. Every time with the biggest smile on my face. That which is affectionately referred to as DTS (dry teeth syndrome).
She was never a minter, but she was mine. I washed her, stroked her gentles sweeping curves, eyed her from the window while she was on the drive.
Things move on, and for some time I've been itching for something with some more oooomph. The initial draw to an M was strong, but I wanted something I could drive all year, all weathers and not be worried about ending up facing the wrong way in someones garden. After much consideration I decided on the Z4 with a big engine.
So in preparation I start taking off the shiny trinkets and coveted items from the options list trawled from many hours on eBay and various forums. Finally it was due it's MOT, one last chance for her to shine and make me smile! Now like other things in my life, that didn't quite go to plan and she did her best to spit in my eye and act like a jilted lover.
Now she will have to head up to my mates house in Cheshire to bide her time till he tames her anger, and gets her ship shape and ready for the road again. There is a good chance she may want to move in with him permanently; but that is the fickle nature of love.
So come this next weekend, I shall be without the car which I have loved more than any other, but only so that I can follow my heart with a younger model.
