One day I was talking to a friend of mine in Europe who was telling me about the new BMW 745i he had just bought. He said it was an elegant Porsche eater, the most elegant high performance sedan in Europe. I had to have it.
I knew a grey-market dealer in Long Island and I gave him a call. He told me he had ordered one, and it was days away from landing in the New York harbour. I told him I wanted it and I sent him a check for a deposit.
A couple of weeks later I got the call, my car was ready to be picked up. This car was amazing. It was a graphite metallic grey with a black interior, and It had a 3.2 litre twin turbocharged engine putting out over 250 HP at 9 psi. In those days it was a lot. The interior was very luxurious including buffalo hide leather seats and a leather cell phone in the armrest. The burled wood trim everywhere made it look quite exotic. I was in love with this car from first glance. This was the top of the BMW line in Europe, and unfortunately was not sold in the US.
Did I tell you how fast the car was? On the way home, I looked for Porsches to test the moniker my friend had given the car. I found one, and it lived up to its name. The 745 looked like a modern Bavaria, which was a nice family sedan with nothing to make it stand out, but the 745 sprung forward like catapulted from a carrier. I was on the Merritt Parkway and I came up on a 911 doing the speed limit. I came up next to it and looked at the driver. I nodded at him and goosed the car and dropped back to see if he would play. He did, and he nailed it. I quickly stomped on the throttle and immediately felt the downshift and the twin turbos kick in. In seconds I passed the 911, and although he followed me for about a mile I kept pulling away from him. Now I really loved this car!
I drove the 745 for about a year until some of the cool electronic functions on the vehicle stopped working. I went over to my friendly BMW dealer for service and asked him if he could help me. He said no. They were not allowed to service Grey Market vehicles. I was screwed, and decided to sell the car before it got worse.