My BMW – 11 years old and still great
There are those days when I think I am the luckiest person in the world. (No, not like winning the Lotto, lucky) I swear my BMW knows that I love it, by the way it treats me. Seriously. I am not kidding.
As I drove into my garage contemplating whether or not it was going to rain, I realized that I was getting a flat tire. What was so cool about that, is that I had just pulled into my garage. Nice. (It was a nail, that probably happened as I drove down our street, and the air was now really leaking fast).
That is almost as good as the time my fuel pump went out, (while I was still at the shop). Yep, it just stopped. I was in the parking space and my BMW would not start. I know stuff happens, but, could it be any more convenient? Sweet.
Does this BMW love me or what? OK, it’s over 11 years old, the paint is still great, it still looks sharp, and it drives awesome. No bells and whistles, either. But, my registration costs are low, as is the insurance.
How sweet it is.