The love of my young life and the car I will never forget....45 years ago.....
This was a BMW 2002, I think the chassis was '69 or '70. It started life as a civilian car then was bought by a fairly well off guy who had dreams of becoming a big time racing driver. He took the interior out, installed a roll cage, dropped the car down, blueprinted the engine and installed twin Weber 40 DCOE carburetors. Flairs, fiberglass extensions, springs, shocks, fiberglass one piece seats, drilled through the dash to add instruments, removed everything that could be removed and still stay legal within the SCCA formula rules. The image of the white one is what it looked like at the time but unlike now where everyone has a high quality picture one click away, back then pictures needed expensive cameras...and you don't take those to the race track.
He wasn't winning much and he decided that it was the cars fault so he bought ANOTHER one to start over again.
I was at the race with a friend and he knew the guy so when he was frustrated at his "lousy car", well, how could I possibly resist? I offered to buy it, he wanted $5,000 which was more then I had in the bank so after a haggle and a day, I went back the next day and bought it for $3,500. I wasn't licensed to race but I did get away with taking it on the track and running 5-6 laps.....this is where I like to lie and say It was a new lap record but sadly, my times would come in dead last. My excuse is that it was MY car and crashing it would mean goodbye to the only money I had so I hardly pushed it. Dead last time wasn't bad considering the relatively light foot. Next few days I went to his shop to collect a HUGE box of parts he took off AND had to find a dash and other parts (scrap yard) to put it back on the street. The shop was kind enough to let me keep and work on the car there and I put in an extra few days on his "new" car as a mechanic to pay that off.
The car was an absolute blast. It dynoed at 120 hp which is a bit of a joke NOW but back then, for a 2050 pound car, it was a LOT. I run it for 2 years and through Montreal winters. It was immense "fun" to try to tune Weber at minus 10 degrees on the street. Right up there with enjoying frostbite and a shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. But oh my God, when it was in perfect tune and in it's happy zone, ABSOLUTE BEAST. It had this desire to lift a bit and settle in into a beautiful whine at around 80 mph (130kph). On long trips it was against it's DNA to let anything past it. The only thing that was EVER faster on the road was a Mercedes SLC. The guy chased me for an hour at over 100 ON THE ROAD, passed and eventually disappeared. Why I had a license and not in jail back then was thanks to two radar detectors (I still have them).
Two years went by and while a lot of fun, i was struggling financially because I had to cut back on my truck driving to put more work at school. So the car had to go. Put an add in the Montreal Star (yes, there was a MONTREAL Star). I get a guy who is really interested and wants to test drive the car. That wasn't going to happen so I took him out for a drive. It was a spring morning and as I was approaching a slight bend under a bridge, there was two cars driven by people who never heard that in spring weather, melting ice forms into puddles and turns underpasses into skating rings in the morning. They both were decorating concrete columns. As I'm approaching, this idiot from the professional idiot driving class stands NEXT to his crashed car, in the middle of the road to slow us down. As if I could stop on a dime in totally iced road. I go bye him with a slight drift, figuring at worse that I would tail hit him, miss him completely no thanks "aha" moment where he figured that he should jump. Thanks to those years of ice racing, driving instinct/reflexes completely taking over to save the day. I go bye and continue demo'ing the car. I look over and my buyer is white as snow and trembling. "I thought you were going to kill him" he mustered. "Nah, it's the car" said my lying face. On Monday morning he bought the car for $3,500. Full asking price. Don't know what happened to it because he was in LaSalle. I suspect that it may have decorated something concrete because people think that ex-race cars have magical abilities.
That's the story and the glory of what my then starting girlfriend and future wife called "my real lover". Of course you can't fail to notice my chic magnate fashionista taste. latest and sexiest polyester bell bottom pants and shirt. I was a real ladies man....NOT.
Decades later, money no longer an issue, i kept playing with the idea of buying one and converting it, but then, my taste went at another level and I wanted to buy a Lancia Stratos, the real deal in race cars. Until I got into it.....and wrapped my head around the impracticality of ever enjoying it on the road. So I bought one of those German cars that gets mentioned a lot every September 11.....