The Bimmer is Dead, Long Live the Bimmer

We've been together a long time, the E28 and I. We've crisscrossed the country, leaving un-burned hydrocarbons in our wake. We've slung dust and redefined body roll. And I think made an impression on some people.

I bought my car in poor repair, and over our time together it's steadily gotten better. But it is 28 years old now, and with over 400,000 miles on the clock it's definitely showing its age. But it's a good car, and good cars are meant to be driven, so that's exactly what I do with it.

You might notice the hood closure.

We've ripped through foot-deep mud, mounds of snow, and hurtled down the tail of the dragon. We've slung gravel and dirt and munched tires on circle tracks. And parts break, so I fix them. But I always knew there would come a day when either the car or I would have nothing left to give. I knew that every time the mirrors got blurry from the driveshaft vibration, so I balanced it. I got that nagging feeling when the long-time patch in the oil pan gave out, so I armored the whole bottom of the car with street signs. 

I always knew something would give. I just expected to have a good story to go along with it. So when I parked my car at home when visiting my parents and it wouldn't start the next morning, I was crushed. I hadn't done anything. Nothing catastrophically failed. But the car wouldn't run. A weekend-long frantic search for the problem turned up a bad crank position sensor. And in typical BMW fashion, something so simple put the nail in the coffin. The sensor sheared off inside the bell housing, and that was the end of that. 

Can it be fixed? Absolutely. But to do so requires resources I don't have at home, and I lack the finances to move my car to a place where I can fix it. And so for now, this is the end. If something so small can leave me so stuck, I can't afford that for a car I put over 50,000 miles a year on. And so it's time to move on to other things.

The bimmer rests is an unused carport, awaiting the day I bring it back to life.

This isn't over yet.

I've had that car too long. I've loved it too much to let it go like this. It's entire story as hinted at its future, and I think it's time to make it happen. It involves a cage. And a stage. 

There are a select few folks out there who think it's a good idea to run a 5-series as a stage rally car. To my knowledge, no one has done it on a national level with anything this old.

So let's show them what grandpa can do, shall we?

Long live the bimmer.

Jeremy Bloyd-Peshkin

Machinist, Welder, Driver, Adventurer, Mechanic, Always smells like something flammable.