I toggle between eras in a single thought. It’s morning in 2025, but for a split second I’m 19 again, sitting behind the wheel of a black on tan BMW under a neon glow, if only at the dealership. The door slams with that satisfying clunk. It resonates in D major, like the final chord of an ’80s power ballad. Goosebumps.
Back to the present. I’m a data-driven executive, yet my heart’s revving over this decades-old machine. And strangely enough, it makes sense. Finding the right vintage BMW isn’t just a nostalgia trip. It’s proof that some investments age like fine wine. I smell old leather and gasoline. I feel the analog stick shift under my palm, primed for command. The leather seats still grip like a firm handshake, and the engine note is both a growl and a welcome home.
In my mind’s boardroom, every sensation is an argument. Sometimes the bold move is looking back for inspiration. For now, I’ll let this mental test drive roll on, hoping it leads me to the one that hits all the right notes.