No this isn't a thread about the girls of MonkeyMadness's dreams. It's about my e34.
Call me chadthestampede. Some days ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me at home, I thought I would look about a little and see the cars and trucks for sale section of craigslist. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a hot, humid May in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to buy a used bmw as soon as I can.
This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to cars. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards these cars with me.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Orchard Park to Buffalo, and from thence, by Williamsville, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand dozens upon dozens of rusted, antediluvian bmw's. Some parked under the topiary; some stationary among the streets of the barrio; some looking over the driveways of neglect. How then is this? Are the enthusiasts gone? What do they here?
And as for those who, previously hearing of the White e34, by chance caught sight of it; in the beginning of the thing they had every one of them, almost, as boldly and fearlessly lowered for it, as for any other bmw of that model. But at length, such calamities did ensue in these attempts—not restricted to rust flakes in the eyes or bruised knuckles.
Alright enough of that.
I acquired this 93 525it for $1100 the other day. It popped up on cl and I couldn't resist, despite ColdAccord's dire auguries of rust and woe. It wasn't running when I bought it but a little fuel pump retrofitting and fiddling around with the crank sensor wiring and it's running fine, with the exception of the MAF being shit. I have a new one on the way.
Ever since MattAvino bought my e30 I've been dying to get a car I can work on. My current 92 525it is just too rusty to justify working on it, and it's tired old m50 is on it's last legs. Tranny starting the trans code bullshit as well. Nevertheless, I'm glad I have the green one as a parts car now.
So I picked this up. I'll document whatever progress or retrogression I achieve on this thing and probably insult random people along the way. There's some rust here and there but it's really not bad for a Buffalo car, and for $1100 I can't complain.
My pictures are shit so deal with it.
First e34 I've seen with this cool blue interior, and the wood trim makes me feel rich in a 90's sort of way.
First job was putting in a radio and fixing some of the missing trim around the HVAC. Somehow I managed to put the wrong wires on the sliders for the blower EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE COLOR CODED. So now my defroster blows when I switch on the front facing vents and vice versa.
Anyway this looks much better
Glovebox hangs so that's one of my next projects, I might change the cabin air filter while the glovebox is the way it is.
This is the worst of the cracks in the wood trim. Haven't decided what to do here.
It came with all this change. BONUS.
I haven't had a white car since my first car - a '95 GMC Safari. Like an ass I already got greasy hand prints all over this thing that you can sort of see in the pics. It's got a few dents here and there but this is just going to be a fun daily, I'm not totally concerned with cosmetics. Just rust.
Anyway that's it for now. I'm starting a new job so I won't have time to work on this for a while, plus I have to do all my work in an apartment parking lot so it sucks.
Call me chadthestampede. Some days ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me at home, I thought I would look about a little and see the cars and trucks for sale section of craigslist. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a hot, humid May in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to buy a used bmw as soon as I can.
This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to cars. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards these cars with me.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Orchard Park to Buffalo, and from thence, by Williamsville, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand dozens upon dozens of rusted, antediluvian bmw's. Some parked under the topiary; some stationary among the streets of the barrio; some looking over the driveways of neglect. How then is this? Are the enthusiasts gone? What do they here?
And as for those who, previously hearing of the White e34, by chance caught sight of it; in the beginning of the thing they had every one of them, almost, as boldly and fearlessly lowered for it, as for any other bmw of that model. But at length, such calamities did ensue in these attempts—not restricted to rust flakes in the eyes or bruised knuckles.
Alright enough of that.
I acquired this 93 525it for $1100 the other day. It popped up on cl and I couldn't resist, despite ColdAccord's dire auguries of rust and woe. It wasn't running when I bought it but a little fuel pump retrofitting and fiddling around with the crank sensor wiring and it's running fine, with the exception of the MAF being shit. I have a new one on the way.
Ever since MattAvino bought my e30 I've been dying to get a car I can work on. My current 92 525it is just too rusty to justify working on it, and it's tired old m50 is on it's last legs. Tranny starting the trans code bullshit as well. Nevertheless, I'm glad I have the green one as a parts car now.
So I picked this up. I'll document whatever progress or retrogression I achieve on this thing and probably insult random people along the way. There's some rust here and there but it's really not bad for a Buffalo car, and for $1100 I can't complain.
My pictures are shit so deal with it.
First e34 I've seen with this cool blue interior, and the wood trim makes me feel rich in a 90's sort of way.
First job was putting in a radio and fixing some of the missing trim around the HVAC. Somehow I managed to put the wrong wires on the sliders for the blower EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE COLOR CODED. So now my defroster blows when I switch on the front facing vents and vice versa.
Anyway this looks much better
Glovebox hangs so that's one of my next projects, I might change the cabin air filter while the glovebox is the way it is.
This is the worst of the cracks in the wood trim. Haven't decided what to do here.
It came with all this change. BONUS.
I haven't had a white car since my first car - a '95 GMC Safari. Like an ass I already got greasy hand prints all over this thing that you can sort of see in the pics. It's got a few dents here and there but this is just going to be a fun daily, I'm not totally concerned with cosmetics. Just rust.
Anyway that's it for now. I'm starting a new job so I won't have time to work on this for a while, plus I have to do all my work in an apartment parking lot so it sucks.
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