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"The one that finally stopped me browsing AutoTrader... for at least a week."
I don't have any pictures. You've all seen them already.Besides, the car was detailed recently and, like most black BMWs, currently spends its life oscillating between "concours-ready masterpiece" and "looks like it was cleaned with a rake."
Also, this is a long read. Grab a coffee. Or a beer. I won't judge.
So I'll break this down into a few sections:
This is dangerous territory for someone like me.
Introduction
I have a problem.Some people collect stamps. Some people take up cycling and suddenly feel compelled to tell everyone about it. I buy cars.
Lots of cars. If there were a support group for serial automotive poor decisions, I'd probably be chairing the meetings. Since parting ways with my Alpine White E63 M6, I've been searching for something that could recreate that feeling.
You know the feeling.
That inexplicable urge to open the garage just for a quick look.
The unnecessary long route home.
The window glance after parking.
The mild panic when somebody parks too close.
That car had it.
Since then, I've owned:
- Two F10 M5s
- An F10 520d
- An F06 640d Gran Coupé
- An E63 M6 AGAIN
- An F06 M6 Gran Coupé
- A G12 M760Li
- An X4 M40i
Because it was.
And frankly BMW should send me commission for the amount of free advertising I've given that car. The F10 M5s were brilliant machines. Criminally underrated in my opinion. But they lacked something.
Call it soul.
Call it character.
Call it automotive nonsense. The V10 was always going to be an incredibly hard act to follow.
Whatever it was, they didn't quite have it. Like many of us here, I love mechanical things.
I love feeling connected to a machine rather than simply being its operator. Unfortunately the modern industry has largely moved on from that idea.
Today we get touchscreens, haptic buttons, lane departure warnings, collision avoidance systems, pedestrian detection, squirrel recognition and enough computing power to launch a moon mission.
Yet somehow we've lost some of the magic. Modern cars are often objectively better. They're just not always more enjoyable.
And while manufacturers continue their relentless march toward electrification and autonomy, most of us are still here for one simple reason:
We like driving.
Not commuting.
Not travelling.
Driving.
The distinction matters.
The Mistakes That Led Me Here
I made two automotive decisions that I genuinely regret.Selling my E63 M6.
Selling my F06 M6.
The E63 hurt.
The F06 hurt even more.
The F06 left because my wife found the seats uncomfortable, which is entirely reasonable.
I, meanwhile, found replacing it with a V12-powered M760Li reasonable.
As it turns out, only one of us was being sensible.
On paper the M760 sounded fantastic.
Six hundred horsepower.
Twin-turbo V12.
Flagship luxury.
In reality it spent so much time at BMW Midrand that I considered claiming frequent-flyer miles.
When it wasn't there, it was drinking fuel at roughly 19 litres per hundred kilometres, a rate normally associated with offshore drilling operations.
The engine was magnificent.
Everything attached to the engine was considerably less magnificent.
The moment maintenance plan coverage ended, my relationship with the car became remarkably brief.
And so I eventually landed in an X4 M40i, followed by a G30 M550i.
The M550i is a fantastic car.
Fast.
Subtle.
Comfortable.
Capable.
It is probably one of the most complete cars BMW has ever built. The problem? I respected it. I never truly loved it.There's a difference.
The M550i is like dating somebody who ticks every box but never gives you butterflies.
You know it makes sense. You just keep finding yourself looking at AutoTrader at 11pm.
Not that I've ever done that.
Today.