The Beginning of a Story...

Greetings to all have been convinced to enter my blog. I must begin by admitting the creation of said blog is merely to fulfill a class project as I am in college. Regardless I intend to produce some content over the semester highlighting my car with its troubles, glories and development. Outside of my car I will highlight various articles, ads, products or really anything minutely related that catches my fancy. I really doubt there are many out there, who share in my odd set of interests in the world. So I welcome those who do and take little shame in seeing others quickly leave. If you want to read about me (which you don't), visit the about page for a short description of some guy named Michael.

Now, after all that introductory garbage I present to you my car.

(I must admit, I feel like I am walking into a gym filled with burly men flexing their 
muscles as I prepare to bench press the bar. I do not gloat in my car but certainly do enjoy my hooning from place to place in what I believe to be the best car in the world, despite all the wonderful issues that come after 197,000 miles.)

For those who do not know, my car is a BMW E28 535is. I have done little to my car to make it stand out in the crowd other than switch the previous owner's wheels for BBS RC090 (Style 5's) and replaced the head unit. It also rolls low and has a Conforti chip and intake to make it feel like it has a bit more balls.

The previous owner on the other hand began what I intend to finish, the Euro conversion. I have the headlights but am waiting to do the bumpers as I decide to fix my car up from a somewhat dilapidated state or find another to switch my collection of parts to. As an observant viewer might notice, my air dam barely lives on from its low perch, held together by zip ties and a prayer.

Other issues or blemishes that add to its patina include straight pipes awaiting an new muffler & headers, rusted rear fenders and a nice peppering of rock chips to season the salad. My description might sound harsh but I enjoy each moment of the nasty sound it creates. I will certainly welcome a finer tuned rumble in the future, though for now I blaze between the incessant line of stop signs on the way to class at ISU (Illinois State University).

I once more must welcome and thank you for reading thus far and look forward to seeing you return to watch me groom the panda as it takes shape, more or less like a fine wine. I don't suppose it will ever reach a Concours d'Elegance but I find that people welcome the sight of vintage German steel barreling down the road to the tune of Nujabes or some other forgotten anime hymn.