BMW M3: Signing off
An optimist would look at my situation and call it a good one to be in. I am not 30 yet, and I have already driven at least two, if not three generations of the same car. That’s a mirror to the ever-evolving automobile. But a pessimist would look at my situation and not be too impressed. For a pessimist, it’d mean constant, unnecessary change; fixing things when they aren’t broke; disturbing a pleasing status quo; upsetting something that was just about right.
More often than not, I tend to lean towards the pessimist. Apart from the new 911, many a time, I fall for the older car, not the newer one. For instance, I liked the old Ford Fiesta over the current one. I think the new Maserati Quattroporte is good. But the older one was wilder, and therefore, better.
And I have a feeling that’s how it’s going to be with me and the BMW M3. The next-generation M3 coupe won’t be the M3. It’ll be the M4. And I can bet my job it will be a turbo-charged, digitally enhanced, computerised, super fast machine with a button-fest that will let you choose everything from the intensity of gear changes to, possibly, the intensity of the seat massagers. It will be faster to 100kph and in all probability will lap the Nurburgring quicker than the current M3.