The last half decade of my existance has been squarly sat down in a fading blue 1986 BMW 528i making my ass that much flatter and that much less appealing. Being bought for me in my senior year of high school this blue machine of a beast now offically has 492,000 miles on it and the ability to part traffic like mosses with the red seas, or if we arent going the religious route, like tear gas in a crowd of quashed hopes.

From the appealing smears of bug guts, dreams, and aspirations to the sexy rumble of what sounds like a dying tractor trying to reach piston twisting speeds this beast I call my own is my means of "getting around." Just waiting till the climactic burst of an engine never willing to give in, the day of this cars eminent death will be one of reckoning! Live on Beamers and their lovers LIVE ON! Here's one to the ULTIMATE DRIVING MACHINE!