At 240 horses, the old M3s were a nice bump up in the food chain – until a Corvette ate them for lunch. Previous M3 models have been solid rides, but lacked the punch to deliver a truly gutsy ride against other muscular entries. So will a four-tailpipe exhaust system and a range of harmonics that sounds better than a German pipe organ on Oktoberfest weekend.įirst delivered as a late 2001, and unchanged for 2002, the M3 is the performance version of BMW’s very popular, very successful 3-Series. Careful: One hundred and three horsepower per cylinder will do that to you. Performance nuts will gush, gearheads will gawk, and your neighborhood-friendly police officer will pull you over if you even think about edging into the power band of this two-door sports coupe. The reality is, that’s all it is: Potential. The dream of driving an M3 is that there’s all that potential car enthusiasts crave. And how infuriating is that? Try 333 horsepower worth. And occasionally, when a radar gun isn’t looking, you might be able to take an on-ramp at faster than posted speeds.īut don’t even think about stretching the M3’s legs, winding out its engine or making it scream. Oh, you can tool around in stop-and-go traffic impressing your friends that the M3’s blast-of-gas power will zoom you from stoplight to stoplight. Unless you live near an Autobahn, or they begin building a bridge over the Atlantic, you can’t really drive one. Chalk up the new BMW M3 to one of life’s truly unfair realities.
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