You know the voice. “This shifter throw is kind of long, I bet there’s a part for that.” “Blacked out kidney grilles would be easy and look good.” “This car would sound mean with an exhaust!” “Look at how cheap sway bars are!” “You can totally install a DISA manifold yourself!”

It’s the mod voice. I’ve owned this car maybe two weeks now, and the mod voice has already started. Regardless of the fact that the car is perfectly good already, or the fact that it’s winter, or the fact that I have nowhere to work on a car right now. I was seduced by the siren song of modification when I had my Subaru, and it was Stage 2 only a month after I bought it. But I don’t want the BMW to end up where the Subaru was, a compromised car which begins to annoy you and whose power you can’t even use on public roads.

I’ve already promised myself that I won’t modify the car until the loan is paid off. But I’m going to keep hearing that mod voice, calling to me...