I’ve racked up a shed-load of miles and the old girl is still doing me proud. In fact, the odometer now reads some 115k, making this one very busy BMW indeed. But hey, if you can’t put mega-miles on a BMW, what can you put mega-miles on, eh?
On the whole, my most recent dabble in BMW ownership has so far been enjoyable, but as with any car of this age, I have been subjected to a couple of small issues. Nothing major though, so no big panic. Here they are in a thrilling numerically styled format:
1) Some oxygen thief keyed the bonnet. Thanks for that, pr**k. Luckily the damage isn’t too deep, so when I get chance it should polish out. Turns out my car was the target of the most limp-wristed vandal ever, thankfully. Also in the thankful camp is the fact I now have a driveway to park it on, not a dimly lit public car park. So, unless my neighbours are arsonists, third party damage should remain off the radar.
2) The airbag light has come on. Not a major thing, and I’m assured by those in the know that E46s like to do this. I have a bypass box on the way to stop the sensor in the seat getting all needy and panicky, through which it opts to withdraw the airbag’s ability to stop my face slamming into the steering wheel. I don’t want my face getting all personal with the steering wheel, so the bypass box is a must. More on that when I get it.
3) It needs new springs. Not immediately, just soon. The last MOT points out their crustiness in the advisories section. Add into the mix an E46’s propensity toward snapping its curly pigtails and you’re left with one option – change them. I have some Eibach lowered jobbies winging their way to me. Problem (soon to be) solved.
And that’s about it for now. I’ll update in a few weeks when, hopefully, things will have progressed a bit more.