By Nate Risch
08/17/2015
“Go fast!” Well, it is a well-sighted on-ramp, and there doesn’t appear to be any traffic…. “Go faster!” Yes, master; faster I must go. “Go faster, daddy!” Got it: throttle pedal to the—wait, was that actually someone talking to me?! Indeed, that was my five-year-old son, not the normal “Punch it now!” voice in my head. I think I’ve created a monster.
By Nate Risch
08/17/2015
Last week, I learned that I was the winner of the Who-Can-Make-A-Serious-Offer-On-A-Black-On-Black-1976-BMW-2002-And-Come-Up-With-Actual-Money-In-Two-Days contest. By sheer coincidence, the passing of papers—the exchange of money for title—happened on my birthday.
By Nate Risch
08/10/2015
Auto racing has taught me many life lessons, but the lesson of perseverance is one that hits home the most with me personally. As you may know, the last two races after our second-place finish at Watkins Glen didn’t go quite as planned; first we had an oil-pump issue, and in the second event, we were crashed out into the tire barriers on lap one!
By Nate Risch
08/10/2015
Okay, enough of the teasers. I bought a 1976 2002. Here’s the skinny: A few Mondays ago, two days before my birthday, I was about to leave work when my Craigslist obsessive-compulsive syndrome did its thing. I typed “BMW 2002” into CL Boston for at least the fourth time that day—I do have a job, you know—when up popped the following ad:
By Nate Risch
08/03/2015
To say that I am a fan of the 3 Series would be a bit of an understatement. In my thirteen years of BMWs, I have owned five of the venerable 3 Series—counting our current 4 Series—in all shapes available except the convertible or GT. It’s a car that, for me, has always delivered on a core group of traits expected of BMW: athleticism, style, and luxury.
