M3 Drive
Ok, So maybe I shouldn't drive yet. But this was on a private road, 99% of the time human free, and I didn't go over 30 miles per hour. For Memorial Day Weekend 1999, I visited relatives in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. My grandparents house became the meeting place for families from State College and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and from Rochester. The State College crew, to us Bimmer Head's appreciation, drove the 62 miles in Uncle Bob's 1995 M3. After returning from Memorial Day sales at the mall, I didn't see the Hellrot, factory bra-ed (ugly!) car. Then, up the deserted street, came the rumble of the three liter car. Come speeding to a hault on the driveway almost leaving rubber, my grandmother emerged from the driver's position, with Bob exiting the passenger side. Broad smiles covered both their faces. It seemed today the car would be open for testing. I figured Uncle Tom was next, being the elder Bimmer Head, but Uncle Bob handed me the keys. I climbed in, my dad in the back seat (merely for observation he says), and Uncle Bob in the copilot. The track was a private drive, circular, with one outer parallel that came back into the circut via and inclined hill. At one corner was the main row of housesl my grandparents was farther dwn the street by itself. At the opposite corner was a 'T' intersection. I started off easily, feeling the clutch and applying power. Next into second, where I remained going through the houses and back into open area. Going through the top of the 'T' to the outer parallel, I aws told to floor it (which I refrained) but did bring it into third. Uncle Bob says I almost had my first roadkill, but that rabbit was faster than we thought. Turning up the hill to re-enter the circut, I stopped for some hill starting practice. I used the parking brake, but still got off quite well. As I came through the stem of the 'T' to turn right towards the houses, I found out that 30mph in third gear was a bit too fast for that corner. Any other car probably would have spun out or toppled, but the M3 gripped hard and handled perfectly, as I saw in my mirror Dad go flying across the back seats. "A true sports car will get you going quickly, but stop you just as fast." reveals Uncle Bob. It's definitely true of the M3 as we pulled into the driveway, my fisrt touch of true M Power coming to a close. So this wasn't a review, simply a prespective of an awesome BMW from someone who usually enjoys it fomr the opposite side of the car. But I agree, it's the ultimate driving machine. (and the ultimate dream machine, according to the words on my English binder:)
