discardia

Yesterday night, my boss comes by my temp cube here in Amarillo and asks if I would like to go drive some beemers.

At first I thought he was kidding. Nope. We drove over to the local BMW dealership on the south side of Amarillo where the Susan G. Komen Drive for the Cure was being hosted. BMW donates a dollar (or something) for every mile driven in their BMWs on this nationwide tour, and I got to add my name to the list.

Up for a drive? Hell yes. A BMW 330 was mine to play with for a sweet 20 minutes.

The shifting was very cool. It was an automatic, but the tranny let you pop the stick over to the left and use it as a realtime shifter. You can cycle between all the gears just like a stick. It drove very nicely.

To love and lost is better than never to have loved at all, I guess. The same can be said for driving a freaking enjoyable beemer. They had everything there… Z4’s, X5’s, 3, 5, 6, 7 series beemers. I felt like a kid in a candy shop.

Granted I was Charlie Bucket. No matter how much I drooled, I can’t afford it.

…Hopefully no one noticed the autofahrenlust in my eyes.

Too bad I fell in love with it… I wont be able to afford one of these for at least another 10 years or so.

Afterwards, I was able to sign my name (on the gastank cover!) on the Komen car.