By Nate Risch
12/20/2015
Last week I wrote about how the common problem of rusty brake lines in late-’90s to mid-2000s Chevy Suburbans raised its ugly head in my 2000 ’Burb for the third time, resulting in another popped line. (At least this time it happened in my driveway.) I detailed how an examination of the lines showed that they were so rusty that replacing all of them was really the only sane and safe choice.
By Nate Risch
12/12/2015
Many of us have read stories or seen pictures of BMWs that saved their occupants’ lives in terrible traffic accidents. It’s true that crash-protection is a high BMW priority, and that many people above-ground today wouldn’t be if they had been driving a less-safe vehicle. But there are other ways a car can save—or at least extend—your life, and I believe I have discovered one.
By Nate Risch
12/12/2015
Sometimes my columns are so prophetic I feel that I’m writing my own future. Last week I wrote, “Of course, the Suburban has gobs of miles, rust, a cracked exhaust manifold, and leaking intake manifold gaskets, so it may in fact die at any time. So really, what I’m trying to do is use the ’Burb and the Z3 to tag-team my way through the winter.”
By Nate Risch
12/07/2015
Los Angeles is currently in a bit of an architectural uproar, perhaps because the Walt Disney Concert Hall, designed by Frank Gehry, a sort of Mini-Me echo of his Guggenheim Bilbao museum, has finally been upstaged—By a bunch of car junkies.
By Nate Risch
12/07/2015
As I mentioned a few months ago, I sold my 2001 E46 325xiT wagon. After all, I was quite happy—no, in fact, blissful—alternating daily-driving the Z3 and the ’74 2002tii on my eight-mile commute to work at Bentley Publishers. Plus I still own the Suburban; if it’s a bad winter, I can use it and its four-wheel-drive. So I didn’t really need the wagon.
