My two sensations from this drive were not post-worthy in the classic sense. One involved an uncomfortable tilt. The other was an engine’s song at sustained high speed – on second thought, maybe that second part belongs after all!
It was May 1988, within a month of our return to the U.S. following a three-year U.S. Army tour, and time to drive my 3.0 CS to Bremerhaven. There, shipment awaited to a grey-market conversion shop near Philly. Hey, a 3.0 CS! That sets the stage for future postings about that Karmann-sourced sireen, no? No. Let’s just say that most parts of my subsequent 15-year association with this big galumph of a Coupe was regrettable, and actually dulled my older-car enthusiasm for years. So this isn’t some dreamy BMW blogger waxing about his timeless classic.