The Way Things Were
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A step back
in time to catch up with where I'm at now. The last 3 years all got squished
together as 4 of my dearest friends died in separate events, my Mom went into
the hospital, then life support, then died, my beloved cat died, the World Trade
Center fell, our country went to war in Afghanistan and then Iraq,the dot com
bubble burst, I had a to go to a hospital 3 times, my home was lost to fire,
our Z3 community split like an atom and BMW stopped making Z3. And here we are
in 2004. So this is a bit of "catch up", remembrance, appreciation
and information. Clearly, I am hanging on to this car, and the friends I made
through this car at the same time as we are all moving on.
come with me on a little trip that begins in March of 2001, with a little story
about one "frikin awesome day". I think I will add in some update
What a frikin
awesome day. Just goes to show ya, some of those days that I just want to stay
in bed turn out to be the best ones to get out of bed to enjoy.
I went first down the turnpike to visit my Mom.(I lost Mom on January
26, 2003) Plenty of MTC* on the road, but what do I care, I am
going the speed limit. Besides I have my V1
From Mom’s to my cousin’s to meet Dave T*.
It’s warm. Drop the top and it’s glorious. Wearing the BMW Heated Vest*(BMW
Heated Vest for Z3 no longer sold.) but not even turned on, flannel
shirt and my “I’m Dragon Trash”* Long SleeveT Shirt, I’m in heaven.
Sudden detour and and I wind my way towards my goal and surprise, not
only is the road I chose a nice twisty road- albeit through a residential
area, it’s pretty, but also it’s a shortcut! Must remember that one.
Took the long way to Lisa’s house, the way with the nice twisty road.
Hit it good, remembered the snow tires…. Slowed down. Weather report
says the biggest snow storm of the year is coming- tomorrow. Not today.
Waiting at Cousin Lisa’s is her Z3, LiZZZ, and Dave T with CiZi. Lisa had pulled
up after Dave, also top down. Turns out Lisa accidentally had her foglight fixed
when she went in for some minor repair ( big plastic guard under her 2.3 got
torn up on some ice)- so we wont be fixing that at
Fixit Day. We can still do her Xpel* so she wont have that repair to pay
Gave Emmy a quick wash, somehow black dust had gotten all over her again. Got
to make sure the garage attendants are using the cover.
Tore off my LeatherZ*
door armrests, to send back for a new leather covering, placed my
mirror blank* in place of the plastic beige blank…. Ahhhhh… that’s
better. Once I had realized that the one door had black on the spot,
where the mirror adjust is, but the other had beige- I had been feeling
Emmy as lopsided. Putting a black leather blank in there balanced her
Added my LeatherZ black
leather A pillars*. This was something wonderful. Turns out that beige interior
Z3s have black A pillars. Emmy with Black leather A pillars is like wearing
thigh high leather high heel boots. Feeling them is niiiice. Seeing the world
through them is niiiice. I’m happy to have discovered that A pillars can not
only be made for roadsters, they’re EASIER for JonM to make for roadsters. Don’t
believe his web site, A pillars are not just for coupes anymore! ;p
Hooked up my CD player, the type that uses the tape deck. First CD- Jimi Hendrix*,
thanks to a post by y2kguru. I had somehow left Jimi off the Essential tunes
list in my car- silly me. Was thinking of him listening to Purple Haze… then
thinking that it was strange no one had yet called their Z3, “The Purple HaZe”…
how Jon Heustis should perhaps take that name, but no… his car is as Imola Red
as Emmy is Boston Green. Fine then his car should be known as “The Imola HaZe”.
The sound from CDs is far superior to the tapes- very cool. It rocks. Still,
the CD player does begin to jump uncomfortably and I turned back to tapes. It’s
nice to have the ability to do both now. (5 months later I got my Traffic
Pro pro GPS CD player)
Natch, now that the V1 is hardwired,
I have a slot left in my 3 way AC splitter. The CD player will have
to fight with the CB radio or the heated vest, ‘cause the telephone
has to stay in. The new 3 way splitter has a nifty indicator to show
when the battery is getting low.
Moved the Brookstone analog clock up off the wood finish in front of the shifter
right onto two blanks left on the switch panel. (When I got my
sport seats I put the switches for the heaters in and gave up on the analog
clock). Now that panel looks like it was meant to be. AC, UNGO, Analog,
ABS. Perfect. Only a small mar where the analog clock bottom must have vibrated
against the finish. Ah well. Have to look up Dane Kane’s instructions to fix
the wood finish*.
Set to the stickers on the visors with Goof Off*. What a pita. Have to go back
one day for the stickers on the window. Don’t mess with the electrical system.
Too late. Car equipped with coded radio. Not anymore. Can NOT for the life of
me figure out how to set the time on my new Eclipse 4440. Does anyone know?
(update 2007: The 'disp' button has two pressed states. If you push
hard and hold it in with the time displayed, the channel buttons drive
setting the clock.)
Hit the interior with mini California duster*
(awesome) Lexol Cleaner* and Lexol Conditioner*.( These days I use
the LeatherZ Spineybeck cleaners) Noted that the 2000 2.3 doesn’t
have the little coin box like I have in the door pocket. Doesn’t matter,
Dave’s is already taken up with cupholders and window cleaning solutions.
Dave cleaned my windows.
Let my cousins take Emmy out for a spin. Unlike the rest of the world, I think
these people COULD eat just one Lays potato chip. They each took Emmy ONCE around
the circle. The circle? Sheesh.
Portable Steam Vac was fairly useless. A kiss to the family and thanks for the
driveway, Z yaZ later… off to the coin op vacuum. Sucked all the crumbs and
bits out of Emmy’s nooks and crannies.
Clean as a whistle, soft and conditioned, we took the last set of twisties in
my cousin’s nabe. Saw a Z3 coming at us, top up, guy was on the cell phone.
Feh. A couple Boxsters out, all top up. I yelled at one of them, “Put that top
down!”. He looked straight ahead.
I decided to take the long way home, going west and north before going east.
No turnpike for me this time, the weather is mild and there is daylight left...
Dave was headed South, so naturally he decided to take the long way… the really
long way following me first the absolute wrong direction. The grin on his face
felt like last summer. We were back in the saddle again, and this time, even
Off we went on the roads I take usually on my own. Esmerelda’s back roads. These
roads I have been driving since I had a license, we even passed my old high
school. Once on the back roads we were totally alone. No one out riding this
early in the season. We were truly blessed. My favorite moment was driving along
River Road, alongside the canal and the river, with snow everywhere, top down
and warm. It was like spring skiing. At one point the sun popped up in my rear
view mirror like an oncoming car. I figured out a lot of things, not least of
which was what to have JonM do to my storage compartment lid. (Wait
til you see!)
Took another short cut twisty road I had found by accident using Maps on Yahoo*
of all things. Worked wonderfully. That’s a keeper. Asked Dave on the Talkabout*
since we were coming near to where JonT* lives, we should call him to meet for
dinner. Called Jon, told him we’d be on 78 near Oldwick and said, OK figure
out a place for us to meet for dinner, and we’ll call ya back.
JonT found the Inn at Mount Bethel- a slam frikin dunk. (Exit 36 off
I-78 btw- fabulous place(The Inn at Mount bethel is now closed except
for catering :( .) I got to use my UNGO*
for the very first time in a real life situation. Like JonT said, once
you have an alarm like this in your car, you never want to be without
one again. No more fiddling with the key in the lock. We all had fun
turning off and on our alarms, it was like the girls were talking to
us, or singing in harmony.
It was nearly empty, I guess we were early, no reservation, no problem. They
sat us right beside a perfect fire. The menu was tantalizing, even the local
wine (Something Mill) was delicious. JonT used his cell phone and his knowlege
of the area to find us a movie, and we were all happy to see “Crouching Tiger,
Hidden Dragon”. We used Talkabouts* of course to keep it together in the maze
of NJ roads.
The movie theatre is next door to the BMW dealership
we love, JMK*.
(Harvster*, Q, remind me to tell you about what happened with one of the special
features at the movie theatre)
After the movie (quite good btw) we sat in the parking lot unscrewing my storage
top lid. JonT had the flashlight, DaveT had the philips head screwdriver. JonT
headed for a gas station, as he was on red light and DaveT and I headed for
the NJ turnpike. From that area, the turns required to get where you want to
go come up fast and the drivers are mean, and on a Saturday night, probably
also drunk/crazy. I nearly missed the entrance to the GSP, and I lost DaveT
at the toll booths. I couldn’t help him, I was already committed by concrete
and drivers leaning on their horns. I called him on the phone and told him to
keep heading east, and look for signs for the NJ Turnpike. Should be no problem
they are always trying to shove people onto the Turnpike to make some $$$$.
Not sure how he did it, something about backing up on a service road, but I
was just about at the Pulaski Skyway when David radioed that he made it to the
The EZ pass lane was clear like glass while the others lined up I sailed into
the Holland Tunnel. Unfortunately they have rearranged the traffic pattern into
something ridiculous and I couldn’t get home without a detour into torn up streets
and idiot tourist drivers.
I can’t believe how great this day was, and how I owe just about all of it to
my Z3. I have marked with asterisks the things that I learned about JUST because
of this car. Damn I love this car, damn I am a lucky girl. All tucked in for
the storm…. I got to start my driving season early and I am grateful.
It’s gonna be a great year to be Z3ing.
it was a great year for Z3ing- at least until 9/11, just a few days after we
came home from Homecoming.