After a tour through Italy in an E28, a stock, red one no less, I found my inner “old man” starting to show. For the first time in my life, I’ve had the passing though of “now I can understand how these old men prefer their cars stock. It doesn’t need to be changed.” Luckily, it’s a fleeting thought, and I am constantly reminded that there is something truly special about modified cars and their inherent sense of self-expression.
Photography by Brian Tober
As a BMW fanatic, I find myself always asking one specific question to fellow BMW owners: “Have you always been a BMW guy?” The answer has come in many forms: “My father drove my mother home from the hospital in a 2002, just after I was born,” or perhaps “I stumbled across a $500 E30 when I was 15, and it’s been downhill ever since.” Stefan Djuric’s answer came with a different tone. “Well I honestly used to despise BMWs.
I found myself tracing the brand new Kugelfischer injection lines as they hovered over the infamous red Alpina velocity stacks. Engines like these don’t come around often; their parts are rare; their components, valuable. Each nut and bolt is torqued to specs chosen decades ago, proven correct by an era of winning races, and ensured by time. To encounter an engine like this is, in the simplest of terms, truly special to any BMW fanatic.