There are many cars in this world, and a significant percentage of them are not the BMW 3.0CS. This is somewhat troubling.
Maybe it was my dreams last night. Maybe it was some odd recollection of that melancholy mid winter feeling when the world gets small. Maybe I saw a pine tree and that did it.
[These barrels on a retired Plymouth Duster dragster sitting out in Pennsylvania over the weekend make the dished Enkeis on your stanced E30 look weak as shit, bro. Photo Credit: Raphael Orlove]
I won carspotting in Paris: here is a Facel Vega rounding the Place de la Nation on a beautiful May day.
[With the New York Auto Show coming up, I remember my Best In Show from last year's event: these two junked 1950s Cadillacs sitting in a crumbling lot just down the street from the convention center. Photo Credit: Raphael Orlove]