… about my new car. None of you care, I’m sure, but the excitement is still there for me.
It plays my iPod through the radio with controls on the steering wheel; and volume increases in pre-set stages as speed increases (because a roadster can get noisy).
Rain sensitive wipers.
The gas filler and the console lock when the car is locked. They unlock when the car is unlocked.
My iPhone works through the radio. The microphone is on the steering wheel. If the phone is in the car, it all works.
Oh, and my phone directory automatically syncs so I can pick the person to call by scanning the radio readout (using the steering wheel control). Or see who it is (caller ID in a car).
I got 25 miles per gallon on the first 100 miles — mostly around town.
You can make the top go down with the key remote.
The cool BMW logo lights on each side (turn signals).
Oil changes every 15,000 miles.
The speedometer goes up to 160 mph.
I loved having rain sensitive wipers. Another marginally ridiculous feature I miss much more often than I care to admit: Laser-guided cruise control.
You will enjoy the way BMW handles regularly scheduled maintenance. Their warranty rocks. It is just one of the many reasons to buy German over American and Japanese.
My two other German cars began with a V.
And my only previous convertible was worth $25 when I parted with it, so not exactly cherry.
Which model? 1 series, 3 series, or Z4?
A Z4 Richard.
Another thing I liked. Dealing with Sandia BMW was first rate in every way. They accepted my second offer and that is exactly what I paid — not one cent added. None. And they filled the tank.
I will register the car myself (and pay sales tax).
Oh, no, I’m right there with you.
Damn Cool. Damn Skippy Cool!
I always love it when you pony up for a huge goody, and it continues to please!
And my last convertible was a 70 Fiat, in ’85. In Hawaii. We referred to what it did with body parts as “shedding.”