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I’m content whipping my 328xi E90 around. The fact that two previous owners didn’t want it and I got it makes me like it more. One mans trash is another mans treasure. I’m the one who fills it with Shell 93. I’m the one who takes care of it while it takes care of me. It’s the car providing me with memories. The car that so called exclusive cars feel the need to test on the highway. I always wanted a BMW since I saw an E36 Black M3 roll up next to me when I was young. I bought my car for me and my loved ones and nobody else. Nobody will ever understand the relationship you have with your own car. Isn’t that exclusive enough?
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