2002 BMW M3: WOOOOOWWWW!
March 28, 2008
I don't know what I did. I must have saved an entire class of quadraplegic kids from a burning schoolhouse, because the Gods smiled, took on the benevolent form of Deputy Managing Editor Caroline Pardilla, and handed me the keys to our 2002 BMW M3 last night. Good God!
There does not exist a word or phrase of such otherworldly grandeur to describe how this car feels. I have always been a BMW guy, from my 2002 tii to my current 535i, but I always forget how incredibly good they feel, the stunning competence in which every part of the steering, shift action, clutch, brakes, and loud pedal work so seamlessly...
Multiply that by about a billion and you have the M3. I'd rather not go into detail about the speeds reached or the moves performed last night. My only regret is not being able to drive it on some deliciously curvaceous mountain road, where every nerve, every synapse, would surely be on edge, heart beating, breath shortening as you challenge yourself, ripping through every turn on the razor's edge.
When I got home last night, I felt as if I had been electrified. My body was literally buzzing as if I had taken a quintuple shot of espressso with a crack chaser. Me likee!
Doug Lloyd, Senior Copy Editor, @ 54,114 miles