BMW’s Finest Hour, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying About Overheating and Love the E39
Why do I own and daily-drive a sixteen-year-old BMW that could die at any moment? If you think about it objectively, it’s beyond silly. I live in a country that berates enthusiasts for daring to run older cars that might actually be somewhat desirable. Every facet of every law seems designed to inflict the maximum amount of pain and...