The ultimate driving machine

My father had a CS BMW. It was from the E9 generation, and it dated from around 1972. It was beautiful and I loved going in it as a child but really he knew what we all knew: it was the wrong car. Its

EVERYTHING IN MODERATION. It’s a great mantra to live by, because all of our greatest pleasures can eventually lead to ruin and heartbreak if you take them too far. It’s almost as if our favourite ver

IF YOU WANT to explain the BMW M3 Touring, daredevil Evel Knievel probably put it best when he said: “I’m not a jack of all trades; I’m a master of many.” Indeed, while the M3 Touring doesn’t overly c

I SUCCUMBED. OR, as younger people say, I caved. I’d been looking at my Phantom’s bodywork (the victim of a blow-over respray prior to my renewed ownership, after a white ‘wrap’ was removed) and alway

(1998-2005)

MY NAME IS Mark and I have a confession. I’ve never driven a Miura. Or, at least, until a couple of weeks ago I hadn’t. While that may seem like a ridiculously pretentious statement, as a time-served