No, I haven’t suddenly become a gear head or anything like that. But there IS something undeniably alluring about this 1934 BMW R7. I can’t help but look at it and fantasize about how cool it would be to cruise up all non-nonchalantly to a friends house, “Oh this? Yeeeeeaaaah, … I’ve had it for a LITTLE while… it gets me around… you know, it’s no big deal.”
