A Comeback: My 1971 BMW CS
Mike BurroughsI am guessing that it's rather apparent to most people that I am a diehard BMW enthusiast. I'm sure there are a certain number of people who would also argue the point, but nonetheless, I'm as pro-BMW as they get. I'm probably most known for a car I put together which goes by the name of Rusty Slammington. He's a bit "out there" and not traditional in any sense, and unfortunately, a large number of people have decided to hold that against me, ignoring cars like my E36, and E24 I once owned.
After my garage burned down, I knew that I needed to come back to my roots. After a lucky find on Craigslist from one of my best friends, Jeremy Whittle, I booked it down to Atlanta to buy what I can consider nothing less than my dream car.
I bought myself a 1971 BMW 2800CS, and while it is not perfect, it's
in astounding shape for being 40 years old. The paint shines like new,
the interior is almost flawless, short of the aging wood dash, and it
runs unimaginably well. Of course she's got some blemishes, but
sometimes beauty comes with age. To top it all off, it's a euro import,
not just an American model.
I honestly had no intention of buying an E9. It's something I never
thought would happen unless I found oil in my back yard; however, this
one happened to pop up for the right price and I knew it was game-on
from there. The owner told me it hadn't been driven since 2004. He said
to bring a trailer, that it would be some serious work to get her back
on the road.I showed up figuring that perhaps I could jump start the car to at least see how it ran, knowing full well that I'd buy it either way. I looked the car over and figured I'd turn the key and see if the battery had any life at all. What were the chances anyway?
The car fired up instantly. Both the owner and I were floored. I
handed him a hand full of cash and decided I'd try to drive the car to
the end of the driveway where I'd then call a tow truck to get 'er home.
At the end of the driveway, I figured I'd drive it to the end of the
street, then to the gas station around the corner. Before I knew it, I
was driving a "not running" car 4 hours back home, cruising at
interstate speeds with no problem at all.
Since then I've had to do nothing to it. I've been driving it every
day with a huge grin on my face. I knew it needed wheels and I knew
there was only one option... my 18" BBS RSs. I sent them off to Rotiform
to have them fully chromed and they came out perfectly.I was worried the 18s might be too big but I love the way it came out. The car sits nicely on them without being low enough to tear the car up. I purchased a CSL airdam to finish off the exterior and called it a day.
The offsets happened to be perfect, clearing the unrolled rear arches
by less than a millimeter and the fronts are dead-even flush.For me, this car is the reincarnation of the 6er I wish I never sold. It's a good way to come back. Classy and elegant; it feels like home. Refreshing to say the least.
It seems as though every car I buy gets older and older. More and
more character every time. More heart, more soul. I'm already in love
with this car and I've only owned it for 3 weeks. I can tell our
relationship is going to be a long one. I'm right in the heart of true
BMW motorsport and I couldn't be happier. So, without further adieu:
meet Marla.
A Comeback: My 1971 BMW CS
Mike BurroughsI am guessing that it's rather apparent to most people that I am a diehard BMW enthusiast. I'm sure there are a certain number of people who would also argue the point, but nonetheless, I'm as pro-BMW as they get. I'm probably most known for a car I put together which goes by the name of Rusty Slammington. He's a bit "out there" and not traditional in any sense, and unfortunately, a large number of people have decided to hold that against me, ignoring cars like my E36, and E24 I once owned.
After my garage burned down, I knew that I needed to come back to my roots. After a lucky find on Craigslist from one of my best friends, Jeremy Whittle, I booked it down to Atlanta to buy what I can consider nothing less than my dream car.
I bought myself a 1971 BMW 2800CS, and while it is not perfect, it's
in astounding shape for being 40 years old. The paint shines like new,
the interior is almost flawless, short of the aging wood dash, and it
runs unimaginably well. Of course she's got some blemishes, but
sometimes beauty comes with age. To top it all off, it's a euro import,
not just an American model.
I honestly had no intention of buying an E9. It's something I never
thought would happen unless I found oil in my back yard; however, this
one happened to pop up for the right price and I knew it was game-on
from there. The owner told me it hadn't been driven since 2004. He said
to bring a trailer, that it would be some serious work to get her back
on the road.I showed up figuring that perhaps I could jump start the car to at least see how it ran, knowing full well that I'd buy it either way. I looked the car over and figured I'd turn the key and see if the battery had any life at all. What were the chances anyway?
The car fired up instantly. Both the owner and I were floored. I
handed him a hand full of cash and decided I'd try to drive the car to
the end of the driveway where I'd then call a tow truck to get 'er home.
At the end of the driveway, I figured I'd drive it to the end of the
street, then to the gas station around the corner. Before I knew it, I
was driving a "not running" car 4 hours back home, cruising at
interstate speeds with no problem at all.
Since then I've had to do nothing to it. I've been driving it every
day with a huge grin on my face. I knew it needed wheels and I knew
there was only one option... my 18" BBS RSs. I sent them off to Rotiform
to have them fully chromed and they came out perfectly.I was worried the 18s might be too big but I love the way it came out. The car sits nicely on them without being low enough to tear the car up. I purchased a CSL airdam to finish off the exterior and called it a day.
The offsets happened to be perfect, clearing the unrolled rear arches
by less than a millimeter and the fronts are dead-even flush.For me, this car is the reincarnation of the 6er I wish I never sold. It's a good way to come back. Classy and elegant; it feels like home. Refreshing to say the least.
It seems as though every car I buy gets older and older. More and
more character every time. More heart, more soul. I'm already in love
with this car and I've only owned it for 3 weeks. I can tell our
relationship is going to be a long one. I'm right in the heart of true
BMW motorsport and I couldn't be happier. So, without further adieu:
meet Marla.
Source: http://www.stanceworks.com/2011/07/comeback-1971-bmw-cs/
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