Man I love Beemers. Growing up in Birmingham, Alabama in the 50's and 60's you didn't see anything exotic. For me it started when, as a kid of 10 y.o., I fell in love with a BMW motorcycle one of the older kids on my block had just bought. 1962, all black (as they all were back then). Just something about those twin horizontal jugs that made 'em different from the Hondas, Triumphs, BSAs, 2-stroke Yammerhaws, S'ukis and Harleys everone else was ridin'. And the sound.....classy.
From them I took notice of their cars.