Today I woke up to an email notification from Progressive stating my insurance premium is due for the next six month term. This means I’m nearing the one year anniversary of purchasing my BMW M2 Competition (and selling the beloved Porsche 911 GT3). However, owning the BMW through one whole year is not really an accomplishment for me. Let’s see if I can make it past three - the longest I’ve ever owned a car bought with my own money.
For a pure weekend leisure vehicle, I still managed to cover over 5,000 miles in the M2 over the past year. That’s about the same annual mileage I managed with the 911 GT3. This includes zero road trips, obviously, because the COVID pandemic is still very much ongoing. And I don’t suppose I would take my personal cars on road trips anymore anyways. It’s far simpler and less messy to rent a car. Windshield replacement - with a genuine BMW panel - is definitely not cheap!
That is, unless I’m taking the car on a road tour with fellow car enthusiasts. But with gas prices touching five dollars per gallon, and rural California burning with wildfires, I don’t see that happening anytime soon. The last thing the people living in the affected areas want to see is rich guys driving their car toys in decidedly unsafe speeds. It’s been a long time since I’ve even gone to the local mountain roads to drive the M2 in a spirited manner. The optics just aren’t great.
Good thing, then, the M2 makes an excellent urban runaround. It’s small enough to go anywhere, but have more than enough punch to cause a bit of trouble. It looks pugnacious, a gentleman thug who keeps a consistent gym schedule. I have loads of fun just putting the M2 around the city, going slow or fast. The trunk swallows all the groceries I need. As far as a capable weekend car is concerned, I really can’t ask for better.
And I don’t intend to.
German muscle.