I planned on taking a lot of pictures this year since I was actually in the display, but apparently the E9 gods had other plans.
The morning started out fantastic. My Good Vibes cooler was stocked with beer, my Happy cold-brewed coffee was ready to go, and the sun was coming up as I began my pilgrimage to Legends. What could possibly go wrong?
As I merged onto Highway 17, I noticed my tach was dropping to zero every time I let off the gas. Hmm… probably nothing.
I turned the stereo down and started paying a little more attention. A few minutes later, the car cut out completely. I turned the ignition off and back on, and, like magic, it started right back up. At this point, I decided the E9 was just being a little dramatic.
A few miles later, it stopped being dramatic and completely died.
Luckily, I managed to find a decent shoulder on one of the scariest roads imaginable to have a 55-year-old BMW decide it had had enough.
So instead of taking pictures of my car at Legends, I got to take pictures of it on a tow truck.
After a ride to my local mechanic, I got the official diagnosis: the fuel pump had gone out.
Apparently, the E9 gods decided I had taken enough pictures of the car in previous years and wanted me to experience Legends from the passenger seat of a tow truck.
Funny side note: I love my local mechanic, Tony. He has a heavy Eastern European accent, which makes our conversations even better. Here’s how this one went:
Tony: “You need new fuel pump. You want me fix?”
Mike: “No, Tony. I brought it here because I don’t want you to fix it. I just want you to display the car in your shop.”
Tony: “You know fuel pump cost $250?”
Mike: “Yes, Tony. Please fix it.”
And that’s pretty much how every conversation with Tony goes. It’s the same dance every time. He tells me what’s wrong, then tells me the cost like he’s giving me some figure I could never afford—even though he’s actually giving me a really good price.