I didn’t buy it.

I went and looked at that BMW that I posted about yesterday morning. I was a bit concerned that the mileage was wrong (a 2014 with only 7500?), or that if that were true, it was pretty ragged out or otherwise had something wrong with it. Well, I can report that is not the case. The odometer reading is legit and the car in good shape. The CarFax shows 2 incidents of “damage” (not accidents). It turns out it was a DC car and the owner mainly walked to work. He got tired of making payments and never driving it, so he traded it in for something cheaper (a Mazda 3). So my guess is the damage was from it getting tagged while parked on the street. If work was done on the front right (first incident), it was done well and I couldn’t find any solid evidence of it. On the rear (second incident) there’s a spot of spider web cracking in the paint on the bumper, but otherwise everything looks good.

Overall, at $27k I think it’s an NP for a car that’s practically new. The salesman even indicated there’s some wiggle room on the price. But I never went into negotiations. After my test drive, I think I realized that I’m just not a BMW person. Or at least not a modern BMW person.

On paper it’s everything I could want - good power, good gas mileage, manual trans, rear wheel drive, decent room and cargo space. The reliability is lacking but for the right car I could live with that. A few months ago I drove a 328 and they have some really serious issues so I passed. A 335i is (relatively) more reliable, and it’s more powerful, so naturally I figured it should be a much better car and I’d fall in love with it.

But much like dating a stripper, what seems like a great idea quickly turns into something I can’t see myself living with in the long term. While it was a nice car, it wasn’t “fun.” It just didn’t elicit that sort of deep stiring in my soul that made me want to yell “Shut up and take my money!” so I could hurry out of the dealer and drive it home everywhere.

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To be honest, I’m having a bit of a crisis of automotive faith. It’s like everything I thought I wanted in a car turns out not be at all what I want, and now I have no idea what I want.