Thanks for the invitation. I actually expect to be in your neighbourhood on Wednesday. Of course, we flatlanders have a broad view of the extent of a neighbourhood. 350 miles sort of counts.
If things go as planned, I'll be flying into Las Vegas to pick up a replacement for the lovely old BMW station wagon that my middle son totalled last weekend. He's going to be shovelling sidewalks until he looks like you, paying off that adventure.
My new target is a black-on-black 2006 BMW 530xi Touring (another wagon - I love 'em) with 60,000 one-owner miles. All wheel drive, load-levelling rear suspension, and more bells and whistles than I'll ever decipher. It's got a sunroof so big it has its own zip code. Wifey's only corollary was that it must have heated seats. Check.
I'm having a really hard time keeping a straight face, while impressing upon our young drifter-wannabe what a naughty thing he did.
Not ours but identical. Or used to be.