Now, About The Person Responsible For This...
There is a particular kind of gearhead.
There is a particular kind of gearhead who simply cannot leave anything
alone. These are the fabricators, tuners, engine builders and dangerously
curious people who actually understand how this shit works.
Or at least they're extremely confident that they do.
Mention the word “stock” to one of these guys and
you'll probably watch him gag before quietly walking away from you.
To the Werksport mind, leaving something exactly the way BMW built it
isn't preservation. It's a missed opportunity.
Ask him about his BMW at a party and twenty minutes later some poor girl
is holding a drink while receiving an unsolicited explanation of
compression ratios, injector duty cycles, weight transfer and why his
particular engine combination is obviously superior.
She stopped listening six parties ago. He still hasn't noticed.
This is the guy who has a welder for a nightstand. There is no wall
separating his bedroom from the engine build room because, according to
him, “the wall was just unnecessary weight.”
His kitchen table has connecting rods on it, his laptop is datalogging
instead of playing Netflix, and somewhere in the house there is probably
an engine waiting for a car he hasn't bought yet.
Underneath all the insanity, however, is something we genuinely respect.
These are builders, fabricators and problem solvers. When the part they
need doesn't exist, they make it. When two things were
never designed to work together, they figure out how to introduce them.
This guy actually knows how shit works.
Or at least he REALLY thinks he does.
Twelve hours is going to tell us which one.