335d Touring
38 mpg diesel. 0-60 in under 6 seconds. Room for five and a couple corpses lots of luggage in the back, and kayaks on the roof. 6-speed manual. But BMW won't bring it here, because Americans won't buy enough of 'em.
I guess too many wouldn't be caught dead in a station wagon, and all the cool kids have them SUVs.
Note to Fat Cats in Munich: bring it across the pond, and I'll take mine in white, please.
From the lovely wife on our way to dinner on Friday:
"Honey, do you have a car problem?"
Yes, I probably do. I took a perfectly good Porsche and traded it for a ridiculous 500hp BMW M5, filled with enough gadgets to occupy even Morgan for hours. Three months later, I've traded that perfectly good M5 on another BMW - a Z4 M Coupe. This car casts off any pretense of practicality by eschewing any rear doors, or seats for that matter. And it's bright red, so my next post may be dictated from my cell in the BCDC or the Chatham County Jail. Not that I speed, mind you.
Well, I finally went and done it. Gave up those unreliable little sports cars for a sensible, sedate sedan, with four doors and a warranty...
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...and 500 horsepower V10. Oh well. Did I mention it has four doors? I guess I'll be driving on lunch junkets more often now.
