"Late 60's, elderly gentleman on the Monterey peninsula owned a white one, earlier model I think. Either had a distrust of the dealer or a relationship with the guy I worked for, gas station owner/mechanic. He was impressed that I knew what the car was and I'm sure he realized the adrenaline rush a 23 year-old kid would experience picking the car up at his home in Pebble Beach and taking it in for servicing. Before and after, I've never driven any car that conservatively. BMW's most…"
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