Say, Confuse Us

A Righteous Story, Told Completely Wrong
 

- Raunak Ajinkya

Somewhere along the way, we got confused. We carried on unencumbered, assumed everything was all right, but in the end, we just got thoroughly confused. It’s hard to think that after all the structures we put in place to avoid any form of bifurcation, we ended up smack bang in the middle of the ‘What Now?’ junction. What on Earth am I on about?

These two, of course. Why do they share space? They shouldn’t, ideally. Well, not just ideally, but by any other yardstick you can think of, too. You’d think that seeing the BMW M3 and the Toyota Innova Crysta sharing space in a story is about as likely as trying to smooth rough water with a hammer, and you’d be absolutely correct. And yet, here they are. My reasoning is simple — there isn’t one.

On that rather anticlimactic note, let me tell you a story. It has to do with tradition and a lack of respect, and an undeniable sense of entitlement — you know, the dull stuff that no one really bothers to keep up with. That is until it comes and does a ridiculous donut right in front of you and slaps you across your judgmental face. Somewhere along the way, I think people underestimated the value of a good donut, don’t you think? Anyway, the point is the M3.

Bringer of goodness and inducer of unusual feelings south of the equator, the M3 is a car that I love. Well, the M4 is a car that I love. The M3 is a car I’d love when my libido has landed me in a spot of trouble. The difference two doors can make, eh? It started off with the glorious E30 M3 way back in ’85.