Classic BMWs have, in the past two years alone, multiplied in value. These beloved old coupes and sedans of ours are growing harder and harder to find, and when they do surface, they simply don’t cost what they once did. Lucky finds of $500 E30s are few and far between, and snatching up ’80s-era BMWs as a weekend hobby has been relegated to those with deeper pockets than our own. However, few cars have bubbled quite like BMW’s E30 M3.
It’s all but unbelievable that Andrew and I can say that we’ve been at this for six full years now. What began as little more than a hobby – a place to share photos taken during our weekends as car enthusiasts – has spiraled into something that stands as a major chapter in each of our lives. Six years of excitement on four wheels has taken us across the globe, given us once-in-a-lifetime experiences, and taught us some valuable lessons as both business partners and friends.
Returning to Tennessee for the holidays has become a staple to the year’s end. Dividing time between family and friends seems to be eternally conflicting: Mom’s home-cooked dinner versus an evening of drinks and pool with college roommates; each day unfolds a bit differently. However, when Cory Hutchison called and suggested an afternoon rallying about in the backwoods of Fly, Tennessee, Sunday’s plans were clear.
Immediately following SEMA, the Bag Riders crew and their illustrious E92 set out for the Arizona desert. The Bag Riders E92 made its initial debut back in 2010, and has since transformed into a community favorite, most recently spotted in the streets of Ocean City, Maryland sporting a RedBull livery. This time around, the crew has toned things down. To celebrate the car’s latest iteration, the gang wanted to capture the car not only in photos, but in video.
The web of history that lies behind race cars is one of a particular complexity, often interspersed with gaping holes of missing information. In a looser era of racing, on-track accidents forced chassis exchanges, while lengthy customs forms shuffled classification numbers. As cars changed owners, retired to the back of dark shops, or fell into disrepair, their histories grew foggier.