My first car, a gold 4-door, 5-speed 1997 Ford Escort burned up on my way home last month. And it was my fault. I failed to do a repair correctly and fuel leaked onto the hot exhaust, igniting and setting the car ablaze. I got myself and the laptop out without a scratch or a burn, but it was sad to see the old car go. I’d put almost 150,000 miles on it. Owned that car longer than I’d lived on any piece of land. It had been a faithful machine servant, and taken much abuse and kept on going.
Before I get too nostalgic over 2600 pounds of steel and plastic, check out my new car:
It’s a 1997 BMW 328i convertible. In beautiful shape for a car with 100,000 miles, it’s a 5-speed and gets over 23⁄30 mpg city/highway. So much fun to cruise around on the parkway in this, and it actually is a pretty practical car for me — as long as the maintenance and repair costs don’t kill me. It does need a timing belt. Know any BMW mechanics?