What’s going on guys? It’s seven days later and here I am to impart more wisdom. Lol. Today I’d like to talk about purchasing vehicles. As many of you already know, many people use cars as status symbols. Like it or not, rolling up to the valet at a nice restaurant in an Astin Martin gets you very different treatment than if you had driven up in a Honda Civic.

Personally, I love high end cars. I’d take a German, Italian, or British car over a Japanese one any day. So when I was looking to purchase my vehicle the last time, I had already ruled out all Japanese cars. Now, paying for a brand new vehicle off the lot is never a great idea, money-wise. Sure, you are getting to be the first owner, blah, blah, blah.

What I like to do is get the supercars from yester-year. I get the status, the speed, the power, but not the cost! Let me just show you my latest toy first before I go further.

Sorry folks, but this is as far as I got writing this article before I had something come up. What do I mean? Here is a photo below to start you off.

First off, I’d like to apologize for the tardiness of this post. So secondly, I’m sure you all would like to know what happened. Well, the evening started with dinner at Palomino’s, a local bar and restaurant under the Bay Bridge in San Francisco, with a friend. We had a few cocktails with our meal to de-stress and unwind, nothing major. I believe three drinks tops.

As we head home, I take the US101 and transfer to I280. As my friend and I continue our previous conversation in the car, I began to feel more and more stressed out. We were talking about bad business deals, and other personal issues. In a moment of severe bad judgment, that I have not had since I was 18, I let out my frustration on the accelerator.

Now, keep in mind that this was a M Roadster. It has a 3.2 liter inline 6 powerplant with 240 horsepower, capable of launching from zero to sixty in five seconds. Imagine what it did when I mashed it while going 55 mph. The result? Well, you’ve seen the pictures. We shot ahead at a blazing speed, only BMW knows about, until I came to my senses. Unfortunately, we ran over a pothole and was guided into a powerslide.

We drifted from lane number 3 into the center divide wall, without hitting any other vehicles. But it didn’t end there, the impact was so severe that we were bounced back across all four lanes, again without hitting any other vehicles, and into the right side wall of an exit. Miraculously, neither me nor my passenger was hurt. Somebody somewhere was looking out for us.

Special thanks to the Good Samaritan who stopped and called the cops for us. I’m sending you out good Karma. So then the California Highway Patrol showed up and tested our sobriety, which we both passed. Breathilyzer and all. Then the tow truck came and hauled away my baby forever. The lesson this time folks? Don’t be stupid. Think before you do something. Don’t drink and drive. Don’t be distracted and drive. Don’t be sad when you drink. Etc., etc. etc.

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