syaheerbmw;59646 said:I saw a thread on an automobile enthusiast forum about this. It is where everyone post what is their favourite brand, why and how? Many interesting stories were told, one even said that he got knocked down by a Mustang and started loving Ford ever since :screwedu: . So, since this is a BMW forum, I changed it a bit, to suit the forum. I hope to see more interesting stories here!
Well, here's mine: It all started when I was in kindergarten. I had a dream to become a police officer, then, one day I saw a BMW police car chasing down 2 sports car on the expressway, can't really remember what cars, guess they were an NSX and a Mitsu... The TP Bimmer was successful to stopping them a few km ahead. Since then I like BMWs(ironically, before that I was a Proton fan...). I used to watch racing on tv and see E36 M3s racing(Until now E36 Coupes are my favourite...). I did research on BMW and found out a lot of great things about the cars. I then persuaded my dad to buy a BMW when I was in Primary 2... I honestly thought he was buying the E28 525i we went to test together but he then brought home the next day a british racing green E32 730iL :shock: . Then the next BMW he bought after the E32 scrap in 1999 was a brown E28 520i, then again scrap bought a british racing green E34 520i, which was sold away earlier last year as his business was not doing well... Maybe in 2 years time, I may be buying an E36 coupe(anyone selling in 2 years? White or silver preferred ). OK, end of my story, I think mine's a bit boring... hahax
projectdstage5;511731 said:I've had a love-hate relationship with BMWs.
When I was in school, I used to study hard because I hoped that my parents would reward me with a BMW 316 (which I would debadge) for spending my time buried in books. I loved it. I sacrificed my teenage convent girl fondling days for it so that I could look forward to fondling models in the future. They promised a car. Okay then, come university and law school, I got a crappy van. I'm pretty sure a van is not a car. That van was the bane of my university sex life. The rich kids in school got to score chicks with daddy's BMW and I got zilch. I could score better without it and I ditched the van by crashing it into everything solid I could find. Taxis. Trees. Walls. Concrete bollards. There is not a car park in Singapore that did not have my paint on its walls. I abused it till it leaked water, had an overheating problem, more dents than Rocky Balboa's face and yet going over humps at 70kmh did not seem to break the drive shaft at all. I hated BMWs because I could not have one. I was convinced my girlfriend broke up with me because I had no BMW. I cursed BMW for the beacon of its brand cachet and its ability to turn normal women into vacous brand whores.
When i went to work, I maintained a two-door only policy by buying sports cars but never BMWs. Even though I now had the money, I beat the Jeremy Clarkson drum. "BMWs are for Cocks". "M3 drivers have no friends". I found much amusement in stealing girlfriends from guys who drove BMW 320s. I even occasionally terrorised BMW convertible drivers by blasting the vilest of black exhaust smoke from my abused van into their face when I saw them stopped behind me at a traffic light.
But it gets you in the end. Like that first love, it abuses you and you still want it. My friends got BMWs. 323s, 525s. I still hate almost all BMWs, but I respect its technical ability tremendously. I despise the snobbish people that drive them, but only because I am secretly one of them and I have been going against my nature for too long. I'm a Cock and I'm looking for a 335 coupe with black seats.
P.S. that damn Mercedes Benz van still won't die. I sent it to be scrapped and that scummy dealer sold it to an idiot that lives near my mother-in-law.