You can't escape BMW Week, you can only hope to contain it. When people ask me if I liked living in San Francisco I say, "No." When pressed, I will admit that I miss the burritos (El Farolito and Cancun FTW!). When pressed even more, I'll cop to loving that there were more BMW 2002s on the streets than there were krusty, homeless, single-issue, performance artists. Kidding on that last bit, but there were an awful lot of two ought-ought twos to be ogled. No big surprise that when I walked out to get my morning... whatever it is I get on Saturdays, I was STOKED to see this gray-skinned beauty. Even better, she belongs to my neighbor and he let me open her up and shoot away. It's a project car that he doesn't have time for (his insanely great sounding, blue-printed 1966 Mustang 289 is quite demanding) so he's had the little Bimmer in storage for the last few years.
Kinja is in read-only mode. We are working to restore service.