I post merely to drop the Elizabeth Edwards story off the top of this blog. I'm on the Cape, enjoying vacation. I'm running every day, driving every day, drinking every day (that comes after the driving), and trying to figure out if there's some way I can paid for this behavior.
I just took my BMW out of storage. It's a '94 325ic with all the options (except auto tranny), a Supersprint exhaust (great note) and a Vortech supercharger. Dyno'd at 299, it's a fun car. You can hang with M3's that think they're about to wave goodbye. Still....
Having driven my Carrera all spring, I now think of the BMW as my sporty little beach car. The Carrera eats it for lunch. As in: I thought I was fast, but I wasn't. I imagine this is what Carrera Turbo owners experience after they upgrade.
My son calls our three cars the "sports car," the "sporty car," and the "family car." He's dead-on.
I'll be driving the Porsche to the July 4 parade, my children in back, coffee in one hand and wheel in the other (sacrilege, I know, but it's a Tip and we're in no hurry).
Happy birthday to America. (Yes, the "y" is white.) The current tyrant notwithstanding, this is a wonderful place to live. If you live in America, you should be thankful.