The BMW/E91 touring strikes me with its refinement and an essence of high class. It reminds me of a car that my highly refined high school girlfriends’ dad would own. He’d keep it clean and bone stock and honor every service needed. He’d play all kinds of music in it from Miles Davis to Brahms to Humble Pie to Motorhead. It would smell of Dunhill Icon and sometimes, he might leave his ski bags on the roof into Monday afternoon or even Tuesday morning. The modern BMW gongs greet you when you push the ignition and the iconic, traditional fonts on the dash cluster glow in amber reminding you that you are home, and even if you aren’t, then you are in the machine that will lovingly take you there.
The drive is pleasant, the engine smooth as can be. The 4-wheel drive system is capable and part of the car’s humble appeal. For the man who maybe had one too many cars, this is the detox which will still get you high on life and petrol, a car you can truly be proud to own.
It’s beautiful without drawing you in by seduction but rather, it is understated and played down. It is a car for any situation. A parts hauler for the industrialist. A glowing camper for the outdoorsman. A respected car at any meeting of enthusiasts, be it a breakfast club or world renowned motor race. You fancy driving it early in the morning with the fog lights cutting a hole through the smokey dawn; a hot coffee steaming in its convenient cup holder; aromatic and full of life. Whether you’re off to the gym or getting a head start on a beautiful weekend in nature, this car suits the moods just the same.
There will be others but this one will not be replaced. You have learned from your transgressions and know when to hold onto something such as this.
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