How many life changing experiences have you had? Were they related to a place, person or thing? At best, a life changing experience is a combination of all three, and at worst it’s dependent entirely upon a thing.
I say that because love of a thing is fleeting, and it always fades, even if the thing has been a lifelong obsession. This is because there will always be another thing, a newer, fancier, better thing. A life spent in pursuit of things is a life wasted, but a life spent in search of experiences with things, that’s a different story.
I’ve wanted to drive a BMW 2002 since the first time I saw one in an issue of CAR Magazine. With a huge greenhouse stuck on top of a small flat body, it looked to me like the most stylish amphibious vehicle ever built. If Aquaman had Bruce Wayne’s swagger, this is what he’d drive.
My love of the 02, as it’s called by true Bimmlievers, continued to grow with every passing year, but no opportunity to drive one presented itself, and buying one was totally out of the question.
And then in 2013 I made a new friend, and this new friend happened to have a 1972 2002tii. I’m not saying we became friends because he had this car, but I’m not, not saying that either. Months passed and given his impulsive nature, the guy was ready to part with the car, and hey, I was in the market for a car.
A test drive was set for a sunny SoCal afternoon, and when I climbed into the drivers seat, I was literally shaking with excitement. Five minutes later I was shaking because the whole car was shaking. Disappointed doesn’t even begin to cover how I felt. Here was a car which I had revered for years, and the first time I got to drive one it was a complete and utter letdown.
I left dejected, and downtrodden, not because that particular 02 wasn’t in great condition mechanically, but because I thought I’d never get to drive a properly sorted one. I didn’t have the means to bankroll a restoration of my own, and who in their right mind was going to let me get behind the wheel of theirs?
Clarion Builds, that’s who.
Not only did they let me rip around some of my favorite winding roads in Malibu in their resto-mod 1974 BMW 2002, but they let me do it two weeks before the car goes to auction, for charity. No pressure or anything.
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