Aubrey finally gets his turn.
He'll be turning 18 in February, born about a year before the M5 was even built. This evening, I said, "Hey....follow me"......we went downstairs and I pointed to his shoes, "You'll need those on... and tuck in the shoestrings by the way." By this time he knew something good was about to happen. Then he bolted through the front door, and I threw him the keys to the M5 while waiting for him in the driveway.
His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Really?!!!?" ....questioning his Dad's authority, while taking deep strides toward the beast with eyes wide and a grin from ear to ear.
I wanted him to take her easy until we get the oil warmed up, then he could judge for himself what it was like to pilot an M5.
Every shift was smooth and a close eye was on the tach, not bringing the needle past 3k until the oil had come up to temperature. The grin was spread all over his face like jelly when he was a kid....I smirked,...."You ain't seen nothing yet"...."kid"
We did a few miles, and he got the chance to open it up a little. (ok, a lot) With these words I'll never forget, " Wow Dad!, the sound that engine makes is incredible!"....
He'll never look at the 318iS the same again.
That, my friends....is a good thing....I think?
JR
