Name this Bimmer

[Comrade]

This is my new ride!

 

[Annie]

This is my new ride!

Oh wow! :clap1:

 

[Comrade]

Your car, awaits, my Queen. :hail:

 

[Annie]

Seems like a good time for a cross country drive!

Your car, awaits, my Queen. :hail:

 

[Comrade]

I just bought it this week and drove it down from Seattle to Portland tonight.

It has a SPORT BUTTON!!!

Is that insane or what?

Ask me how it feels when I press the SPORT BUTTON!
:chains:

 

[Annie]

I just bought it this week and drove it down from Seattle to Portland tonight.

It has a SPORT BUTTON!!!

Is that insane or what?

Ask me how it feels when I press the SPORT BUTTON!
:chains:

LOL! How does it feel when you press the SPORT BUTTON? Btw, what the heck is a sport button?

 

[Comrade]

Ahhh, let me tell you of the SPORT BUTTON.

The SPORT BUTTON lounges upon my center console, like a flirtatious wench ready and willing to satisfy every desire. She knows my frustrations as I waited three hours this evening to go from Seattle to Olympia in bumper to bumper traffic. And then suddenly the road unfolded in front of me, the signposts screaming 70!, GO 70 MP!!!. Ahh, but the woman knows best, and so I pressed her. And lo and behold, the car became a bat out of hell, every twitch of my foot a lash upon 300 horses, every slight of my hand upon the wheel invoked G-Forces beyond human capacity, and yet the car roared forward, oblivious to my pleading to slow down.

Shall I continue?

 

[Johnney]

damn man! that was kind of erotic... i think im getting wood!

 

[Annie]

Ahhh, let me tell you of the SPORT BUTTON.

The SPORT BUTTON lounges upon my center console, like a flirtatious wench ready and willing to satisfy every desire. She knows my frustrations as I waited three hours this evening to go from Seattle to Olympia in bumper to bumper traffic. And then suddenly the road unfolded in front of me, the signposts screaming 70!, GO 70 MP!!!. Ahh, but the woman knows best, and so I pressed her. And lo and behold, the car became a bat out of hell, every twitch of my foot a lash upon 300 horses, every slight of my hand upon the wheel invoked G-Forces beyond human capacity, and yet the car roared forward, oblivious to my pleading to slow down.

Shall I continue?

Pretty good dear. I think you may have found another venue for employment!

 

[Comrade]

Her throaty growl roared in my ears as the rain begun. I remember my friends telling me I was such a fool to buy her, with her soft top and her taste in Premium Unleaded.

But now as we trecked together along the washed out freeways of the Northwest, I barely saw the first drops on the windshield before she activated her rain-sensing wipers and cleaned up any mess.

And then she put her top on, and put us both in a place that is safe and warm and quite, and we rode on into the night.

 

[Annie]

Her throaty growl roared in my ears as the rain begun. I remember my friends telling me I was such a fool to buy her, with her soft top and her taste in Premium Unleaded.

But now as we trecked together along the washed out freeways of the Northwest, I barely saw the first drops on the windshield before she activated her rain-sensing wipers and cleaned up any mess.

And then she put her top on, and put us both in a place that is safe and warm and quite, and we rode on into the night.

Oh sounds like too much fun! Enjoy!