Just took my car for a drive...

[motorprestige]

And i must admit, i love the way an m20b25 sounds. Pulled out onto my main backroad, took it all the way to 6,500 in first, bang it into second with the satisfying screech of temporarily lost traction, quickly reaching the redline in second, slip it into third and back on the throttle, adrenaline courses through my viens and my cheeks are getting sore from grinning. 80mph has come and gone in what seems to be the few moments lost in the bliss of mechanical symphony and tactile pleasure. Dip into the brakes for the tight right hander approaching fast, heel toe to third, then second while tracing my line. Ease off the breaks as i dive into the apex, fully commited. My right foot is feeling heavy, dip hard into the throttle near the exit, rewarded with smooth, progressive oversteer and an increased heart rate that lasts all the way to safeway. I love my car.


Anyone else who feels like sharing some moments of what i like to call, "Automeditaion" ?

[rede30]

The light terns green and i drop the clutch at 6k. The 5.0 next to me pulls ahead but after i recover from my miss shift to 2nd i am only loosing by 2 car lengths. I tripple clutch into 3rd and pull ahead of him, i think my girlfriend next to me is impressed so i pump the clutch while my RPMs are climbing for the hell of it. I win the race with ease because i am better then everyone. I love my car.

[motorprestige]

^^^ LOL Keep 'em coming.

[AndrewBird]

The light terns green and i drop the clutch at 6k. The 5.0 next to me pulls ahead but after i recover from my miss shift to 2nd i am only loosing by 2 car lengths. I tripple clutch into 3rd and pull ahead of him, i think my girlfriend next to me is impressed so i pump the clutch while my RPMs are climbing for the hell of it. I win the race with ease because i am better then everyone. I love my car.

I thought you were serious until I read tripple clutching. The first thing that came to mind was "bring on the flames for street racing".

[SpecM]

-5.0's own in a strait line. Dude I work with has a mildly modded Fox 5.0, the thing is soooo ugly and piggish but dang! will that baby scoot...

[James Crivellone]

The sun is shining, its a great day already, and will be yet another great day once I get behind the wheel and have some fun. I open the door, anxious to really drive it hard...shit, water behind the seat again, damn you sunroof seal, I run quickly to grab the shopvac to quickly solve the issue, damn, extension cord is too short. I grab an extension cord and vacuum out the water. Now its time to go, shit where are my keys, I knew I had them a 2nd ago, wait there they are, no wait thats a pile of metal. Where did I put those damn things, oh there they are beside the car. NOW its time to go. Hmmm I still have that screwdriver in my pocket, i'll just put it in the glovebox...SNAP, SHIT the latch broke, god damnit, oh well i'll worry about it later.

I start the engine, excited as ever, and back down the driveway. scrapeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, shit thats the exhaust, I broke another center mount. Oh well.

I drive around slowly and warm the engine up, SHIT i'm low on fuel, I pull into the local chevron....THUMPTHUMPTHUMP as my tire nails my unrolled fender. I'm sure I'll get to that at some other point. I put in 12 gallons of fuel and take off for the freeway. As I pass 80 in a 60 I look and notice my radardetector is not with me, I must of left it in the 4runner. Oh well i'll just be careful.

I round a corner at full throttle in 3rd gear, DAMN i'm having fun, FUCK whats that, police..GOD DAMNIT.

We pull over

License and registration please.....As i stare at my broken glovebox.. Officer can it wait 3 minutes while I break into my glovebox? Step out of the vehicle sir. Wow he's in a good mood, hopefully I get off with a war...WHAT a 400 dollar ticket? Gimmie one moment. I grab the screwdriver and pry the glovebox open, just when I thought I had it i heard a SNAP and the handle breaks into 12 pieces and the screwdriver hits me in the head. I hand him the registration and insurance, complete with pieces of plastic and I get off with a warning.

Yet another fun day of driving, at this point i'm beat and decide to drive home, 4 blocks from my house I see another police car behind me, and off go his lights.

Excuse me sir where is the vehicles front plate? &*()#$&*(#(&*$(*#$&#$





^^^^^^Not all of that is true, but that is REAL E30 Ownership right there.

[rede30]

hehe, "shit water behind the seat again"

[Sean]

I don't feel creative right now, but James' would have to be the closest to a REAL e30 owner's day. hahaha

Maybe I'll add my own later.

[motorprestige]

^^^ Fuck yeah!!! LOL I have had so many days where my excitment has gotten me scatterbrained to shit... hahah good one james.

[NC325iC]

what a bunch of fags...

[James Crivellone]

what a bunch of fags...

wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[PУCCKAЯ_e30ka]

I don't even know what to write... mine is auto... but it is so cute and little and mean.... it's like a loyal, hot, low maintaince, fun girlfriend.... this is my first car... first bimmer..... damn it feels good driving it! it's better then anything... kinda like an addictive drug, you drive it and you feel good 'bout the life. I love my E30!

[808BMW]

The blissful joy of hearing my m20 just barely kiss the limiter at a good ol 6800 is but a mere memory, lost in the oval blue emblem of my hulking van.
It lurches around, wondering "Is 2nd after 1st? Gimme about 4 seconds to decide..." ... ... ... ....
"Oh yeah, it is, let's shift this bad boy!"

After my agonizing day of sweaty ford loserness, A nagging thought at the back of my mind pushes to the forefront, reminding me to not beat on my truck, because of the high possibility that I will not be making it home.

I gain a brief respite from my motorized torture from none other than the eta of my father, basking in its glorious paint at stock height. Turns beckon to me "All right, your in an e30, do it!" while the stock springs, insane body roll, and what seems like underinflated tires all try to yell back "This is an e30, BUT NOT YOURS!"

As I hang my head in sorrow of my underpowered plight, a moment of gas saving glory shines upon me, as I proceed to rip the pants off of the arch nemesis of an eta, a Hummer H3.

Seemingly unaware of petty things such as a stop sign, or the right of way, a hulking behemoth of metal lurches in front of me at a snails pace, while I frantically try to taper my speedometer, the pig headed H3 owner attempts to prove a point by accelerating his rolling destruction machine, in a vain attempt to make up for his poor traffic skills.

Minutes later, a smile is on my face, for I have found out that there is in fact something slower than an eta... That dumbass in his H3.







(True story, I haven't gotten to drive my b25 for a month, and I just killed that h3 like 5 minutes ago)

[Jordan325iC]

The sun is shining, its a great day already, and will be yet another great day once I get behind the wheel and have some fun. I open the door, anxious to really drive it hard...shit, water behind the seat again, damn you sunroof seal, I run quickly to grab the shopvac to quickly solve the issue, damn, extension cord is too short. I grab an extension cord and vacuum out the water. Now its time to go, shit where are my keys, I knew I had them a 2nd ago, wait there they are, no wait thats a pile of metal. Where did I put those damn things, oh there they are beside the car. NOW its time to go. Hmmm I still have that screwdriver in my pocket, i'll just put it in the glovebox...SNAP, SHIT the latch broke, god damnit, oh well i'll worry about it later.

I start the engine, excited as ever, and back down the driveway. scrapeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, shit thats the exhaust, I broke another center mount. Oh well.

I drive around slowly and warm the engine up, SHIT i'm low on fuel, I pull into the local chevron....THUMPTHUMPTHUMP as my tire nails my unrolled fender. I'm sure I'll get to that at some other point. I put in 12 gallons of fuel and take off for the freeway. As I pass 80 in a 60 I look and notice my radardetector is not with me, I must of left it in the 4runner. Oh well i'll just be careful.

I round a corner at full throttle in 3rd gear, DAMN i'm having fun, FUCK whats that, police..GOD DAMNIT.

We pull over

License and registration please.....As i stare at my broken glovebox.. Officer can it wait 3 minutes while I break into my glovebox? Step out of the vehicle sir. Wow he's in a good mood, hopefully I get off with a war...WHAT a 400 dollar ticket? Gimmie one moment. I grab the screwdriver and pry the glovebox open, just when I thought I had it i heard a SNAP and the handle breaks into 12 pieces and the screwdriver hits me in the head. I hand him the registration and insurance, complete with pieces of plastic and I get off with a warning.

Yet another fun day of driving, at this point i'm beat and decide to drive home, 4 blocks from my house I see another police car behind me, and off go his lights.

Excuse me sir where is the vehicles front plate? &*()#$&*(#(&*$(*#$&#$





^^^^^^Not all of that is true, but that is REAL E30 Ownership right there.

Hahaha! Truth! It's a bittersweet relationship. Mine greets me every morning with the very loud screechy groan of my faltering power steering.