It has been years since I had a hobby car I made an excuse to drive. Despite having an ongoing rotation of vehicles stretching back about a decade now, it hasn't been since my departed 1995 M3 that I tried to find excuses to get out for a drive - but I've found that in the car infamously known as the clownshoe.
The 2002 BMW Z3 M Coupe is quickly nestling its way into my cold, dead heart, blending together all the rubber-bands-and-bubble-gum construction of an E36 car that I find so endearing along with the bonkers S54 powetrain that has all the smoothness of a classic BMW I6 but actually wants to rev to 9,000. Combine that with the classic BMW traits of the door being at the perfect height for your elbow and the fact that this car is tiny! - my head hits the ceiling - and you have a vehicle like nothing else on the road. It's what I imagine it's like to drive a TVR with airbags and ABS.
All in all, I am so happy I took a chance on this forgotten breadvan, and I'm eager to correct its remaining ills to bring it all the way back as soon as possible.