The other day, a customer traded in a nearly new BMW 135i . I thought, “Well, isn’t this cute! It would look really good sitting out behind the Tri Delt house.”
Then I opened the door and saw that letter M discretely etched in red there on the door sill and on the steering wheel. Uh oh! Those numbers 35 on the back signify the twin Turbo engine, and inside there’s this seven speed dual clutch automatic with paddles on the wheel. On this little car! This was a genuine sleeper. No one’s gonna kick sand in his face at the beach!
Now, I have a deal with the Highway Patrol. I don’t speed and they don’t stop me. But sometimes on a deserted road, I do like to take the car from a rolling start to road speed.
I commenced to do that one day, forgetting the paddles and letting the seven speed do her job.
Waaaaaaah-Waaaaah-Waaaaah! In about six seconds, she shifted out of third gear, I glanced down and the clock said 80 mph!
So as I let her drop back to road speed, and I started to get my breath back, I got to adding and subtracting: 80 mph in third gear and with the 7 speed there’s still four more gears to go.
Somebody else will have to try those.
My name is Robby Melton. I’m old enough to qualify for a “senior coke” at McDonalds and don’t have to work anymore, but find myself here on the lot most days because that’s where the cars are. That advertising slogan, “We sell cars for fun,” is not far off-base for my brother and me.