#review This past week, I haven't felt as helpless or as vexed behind the wheel since I was 15 years old and trying to divine the magical balance between clutch and gas pedal that actually sent my mother's BMW 325e forward along our farm's gravel road. Each time the vehicle shuddered and stalled out, I was left to contemplate my own futility, understanding there is no way a driving machine like this would be made, marketed and sold if it truly was inoperable. I had to be the problem. More »