After 5 years of wanting a classic 80's car, I've finally lucked into a 1987 325.
After "finishing" my last project, a semi-slammed aircooled bug, and by finishing I mean not wanting to spend anymore money on it, I put it up for sale.
About the BMW. I had been checking craigslist just about every 5 hours for E/21/28/30's for the last three months. I was definitely on the hunt after deciding to sell the bug. I found a couple decent candidates but they quickly fell through. On a Friday, around 2PM, I caught sight of an ad with one photo, of what looked to be a solid undamaged and rustless E30. For super cheap I might add because of an alleged busted transmission. Wouldn't move, wouldn't do anything. By 4PM I had showed up at the sellers house to look at the car. 15 minutes later, I shook his hand and said I'd take it.
My dad owns a towing service. The following Monday, he shows up to pick up the car. Starts it up, puts it in reverse, and it goes in gear. Backs it up onto his truck and hauls it to our shop. Pulls it off the truck and drives it around, going through all the gears. I give you the "busted" transmission.
Earlier that month, my workplace had setup an NCAA bracket contest. 84 people submitted a bracket, including myself. The final four teams come about and at this point I have completely forgot about basketball because I couldn't care less. I don't even watch basketball. The guy running the thing comes up to me and says, "Man, your in 1st place dude." I say, "Say wha?"
Apparently, It pays to pick the teams with the lowest seed winning every matchup. The final game happens and the combined score is 131. If it would have been 132, I would not have won due to a tiebreaker deal. So long story short, I had just payed for my BMW through a workplace bracket contest.
I wont reveal many details yet, Its not exactly ready. Ill keep you posted. You might even catch some things on my instagram: @oprahhwinfreyy
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