Sometimes, the flow of life gives you outcomes that you didn’t think would be it, but is nevertheless the way it’s going to be. You just have to accept it. My Porsche 911 GT3 was going to be the forever car, but life circumstances forced me to sell it. Its replacement, the decidedly cheaper BMW M2 Competition, is meant to be a stop-gap until I’m in the position to buy another GT3. However, it’s looking more and more likely the M2 will be that forever car. At least one with an internal-combustion engine.
Spending six-figures on a sports car was a YOLO play, one that I don’t think I’ll repeat again. I miss my departed GT3 dearly, that sweet naturally-aspirated engine that revs to 9,000 RPM. Unless I hit some big financial windfall in the future, it’ll be a bad idea to spend that much on a car again. It’s a box I’ve already ticked on the list, so the solace and satisfaction of having owned a 911 for a time will have to suffice.
The headwinds in the automotive sector are blowing heavily towards full electrification. The next new car I buy will probably have an electric motor, rather than something that burns gasoline. Sports cars like the BMW M2 are going to be relics of a prior petrol age, when driving fun also involves a sonically-pleasing howl from exhaust pipes. An age when the driver has direct connection to the mechanicals, rather than a bunch of wires and bits. The changing world of cars might force the M2 Competition as the one I keep for a long time to come, the last of its ilk.
That’s not really something to complain about, however. The little BMW coupe is a fantastic car, and super fun to drive. If it is to be the last internal-combustion car I will ever buy and own, then that’s quite okay. Even if it really should’ve been a 911 GT3. The flow of life is what it is, and I’m choosing to go along with it.
It soothes the soul.