Last week, I whined at what a pain in the patootie it was getting rid of a few large...
A few weeks ago, I wrote about needing to move the dead numbers-matching engine from my 3.0CSi that’s been...
Every once in a while I receive an email that stops me in my tracks and makes me smile...
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the issue of what to do with the numbers-matching engine I pulled...
Last week I wrote about beginning the long-delayed replacement of the shattered front bumper cover on Zelda, my 1999...
I bought my 1999 Boston Green Z3 2.3i, Zelda, in 2013 and loved it for five years, but reluctantly...
Last week I presented a short (?) photographic history of the 1973 E9 3.0CSi I bought in 1986—a car...
Over the 37 years I’ve owned it, I’ve written quite a bit about my 1973 E9 3.0CSi, including a...
Ah, the parasitic drain—the thing that drains your battery when you haven’t driven your car in a week. On...
A few weeks ago, I wrote about driving to Connecticut to score a very well-priced Recaro office chair (if...
The distributor in the photo below looks normal, but don’t let it fool you. It is evil. It is...
My four-hour drive last weekend to pick up the orange spectrum Recaro office chair and the replacement front bumper...
Thanks for all the comments about the needy six-speed X3, and for not egging me on to do something...
Last week, I left you with a cliffhanger: Was I really going to pull the trigger on a thousand-dollar...
Last week I wrote about wondering whether I could thread the needle and buy an inexpensive project before the snow...
T.S. Eliot famously said that April, with its expectation of rebirth and renewal, is the cruelest month. There’s something...
Last week I wrote about the surprise of finding that the catalytic converter in my truck—the formerly mouse-infested 2008...
My post-Thanksgiving week began with the rude discovery that some schmuck had cut the catalytic converter out of my...
Greetings, all. I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. Two weeks ago, I chastised people who automatically answer “It’s...
Last week, I wrote about the tendency some 2002-advice-dispensing folks have to reply to every thunk, clunk, and rattle-related...
One of the things in life that bothers me is a lack of precision in description. After years of...
It’s been a rough week. The water heater died (read about it in mind-numbing detail here), and my back...
Last week I described patching the muffler on my ’73 3.0CSi, “Rene”, and preparing to drive it to the...
Last week I wrote about taking Hampton, my survivor ’73 2002, on a road trip to Vermont, but only...
Last week I wrote about Hampton, the 49,000-mile ’73 2002 I’d largely squirreled away eighteen months ago after it...
Last week I said that after finally getting Hampton, my low-mileage ’73 2002, running smoothly, I wanted to get...
The saga of the Baby, the 1972 2002tii that I helped the original owner’s widow sell on Bring a...
With the “mitzvah” 2002tii finally sold on Bring a Trailer, I didn’t think that the car would be here...
The story of “the mitzvah” (good deed)—my helping sell two 2002s for two local women who inherited them from...
My friend Chris’ 1972 2002tii (aka the Baby), a car which her deceased husband, Boston Chapter member Jim Zanfagna,...
