I’m back! After a six year zed-less hiatus, I am finally back in a coupe - and this time it’s an M.
Without a Z4 in my life I felt lost: wandering from sensible estate to sensible estate, occasionally flirting with the odd SUV; I always felt a pang of regret whenever I would see a Z4 coupe. Hell, even seeing a roadster would have me scrolling wistfully through the classifieds.
It became an addiction, trying to find the perfect one for me, before bottling it when it came to having ‘the talk’ with my SO. I thought I could control it, but who was I kidding? Late nights scrolling through autotrader, my thumb hovering over the ‘contact seller’ button - it was bound to happen eventually.
I found the one. I thought I was being subtle, covert even, when I decided to broach the subject:
“Darling...”
I felt my knees weaken.
“I was thinking that perhaps...”
My throat dried.
“Maybe we could...”
She was becoming suspicious, I could tell. Don’t pani...
“I’dliketogoandseeacarthisweekenditsaninvestmentreallyithInkyoudreallyenjoyitandyouvealwayssaidhowgoodyoulookinredanditotallyagreewithyouimeanitsnotthatexpensiveandipromiseillletyouhaveagoinitandimonlygoingtoseeitnocommitmentsowhatstheworstthatcouldhappenimeanonlyifyouthinkitsagoodidea...”
Damn.
She stared into the middle distance, eyes narrowing slowly. After what seemed like too long, unbelievably, her gaze started to soften, her brow smooth, and her face slowly lit into a smile. “It’s a Z4, isn’t it?” she asked. I was rumbled. She explained that she’d been watching my frantic searching for some time, and frankly, she wanted it to stop as much as I did.
This week, I finally took delivery of my new (to me) 2007 Z4MC, in spotless Imola red. I haven’t stopped smiling since. It’s everything I remember about my old 3.0, and so much more. The power, the looks, the steering, the sound, the ride. I could go on for days.
Let anyone else near the wheel? No chance.
Without a Z4 in my life I felt lost: wandering from sensible estate to sensible estate, occasionally flirting with the odd SUV; I always felt a pang of regret whenever I would see a Z4 coupe. Hell, even seeing a roadster would have me scrolling wistfully through the classifieds.
It became an addiction, trying to find the perfect one for me, before bottling it when it came to having ‘the talk’ with my SO. I thought I could control it, but who was I kidding? Late nights scrolling through autotrader, my thumb hovering over the ‘contact seller’ button - it was bound to happen eventually.
I found the one. I thought I was being subtle, covert even, when I decided to broach the subject:
“Darling...”
I felt my knees weaken.
“I was thinking that perhaps...”
My throat dried.
“Maybe we could...”
She was becoming suspicious, I could tell. Don’t pani...
“I’dliketogoandseeacarthisweekenditsaninvestmentreallyithInkyoudreallyenjoyitandyouvealwayssaidhowgoodyoulookinredanditotallyagreewithyouimeanitsnotthatexpensiveandipromiseillletyouhaveagoinitandimonlygoingtoseeitnocommitmentsowhatstheworstthatcouldhappenimeanonlyifyouthinkitsagoodidea...”
Damn.
She stared into the middle distance, eyes narrowing slowly. After what seemed like too long, unbelievably, her gaze started to soften, her brow smooth, and her face slowly lit into a smile. “It’s a Z4, isn’t it?” she asked. I was rumbled. She explained that she’d been watching my frantic searching for some time, and frankly, she wanted it to stop as much as I did.
This week, I finally took delivery of my new (to me) 2007 Z4MC, in spotless Imola red. I haven’t stopped smiling since. It’s everything I remember about my old 3.0, and so much more. The power, the looks, the steering, the sound, the ride. I could go on for days.
Let anyone else near the wheel? No chance.
North West Surrey
