It's the only car I've owned that seems to reward me for spending time with it. Only one where I feel better on the way back home than the way out to see it. Only one that leaves me better than it found me, so to speak.
So on Sunday I eagerly drove out, hoping to finish cleaning the interior, remove the front struts and install my new M3 camber plates.
12:42 am:
Connect battery.
Start engine, perform Austin Powers homage to move car sideways
open (powered)windows
open (powered)sunroof
disconnect battery
remove center console (no thanks to you, bolt from hell!)
Stopped for a small amount of nicotine refreshment...
Rain.
Fuck.
Fuck. Rain.
Fuck rain.
Reconnect battery
Windows won't work. ?
Sunroof won't work.
Reconnect computer?
Reconnect stereo?
Reconnect heated seat switches.... really?
REALLY?
(Ok fine then BMW run the power window switch harness from the heated seat harness, see if I care.)
Stare hatefully at the sky, longingly at car.
Work on the engine instead, under the shelter of the garage.
The best part? What happened 3 blocks away on the way home:
Sometimes I think the sun is trying to get me killed.
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