On the way in to work this morning, some clown in an '06 3 series pulls up next to me at a stoplight (the BMW service manager at the dealer I work for) and wants to get his game on. He beat me off the line as I sat there sleeping, but the roar of the snow tires woke me up as I punched it. The poor guy was about half a car length behind as I made the 2-3 shift. I never did catch if he was driving a 330 or a 325, but I will assume the latter. Anyway, I had my first 6 cylinder for breakfast today. ;D