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JUNE <strong>2010</strong> | UNITED.COM<br />
Sunny Side Up<br />
THIS YEAR’S BMW M3 CONVERTIBLE MAY BE THE MOST SEDUCTIVE<br />
RAGTOP EVER MADE. // BY MIKE GUY<br />
THERE ARE SUNNY DAYS, and then there<br />
are sunny days in L.A. The light here—<br />
golden and chock-full of good vibes—is<br />
best experienced in a convertible. A<br />
fast one. With a great sound system.<br />
Something like the <strong>2010</strong> BMW M3, a<br />
class leader with impeccable lines and a<br />
very rowdy inner life.<br />
The Bimmer is a car with movie<br />
star good looks, but its real talent lies<br />
under the hood, where it hides a highly<br />
immodest turbo-charged 4.0-liter V-8<br />
that churns out 414 horsepower and<br />
295 foot pounds of torque—enough<br />
to pin you to the expertly crafted seat<br />
and keep you there in a warm embrace.<br />
The setup includes a nav system that<br />
gives you several route options and<br />
integrates real-time traffi c reports—<br />
critical information in the stop-and-go<br />
world of L.A. driving. Could this be the<br />
ultimate SoCal ride? Over the course of<br />
a day spent darting from Beverly Hills<br />
to a backyard barbecue in Silverlake<br />
to a Fatburger in West Hollywood and<br />
along some of the most beloved canyon<br />
roads in the world, I aim to fi nd out.<br />
Alas, the M3 has the mileage of a<br />
bygone time (16 mpg combined), so I<br />
start off at dawn with an injection of<br />
karma at a power-yoga class on the<br />
beach in Santa Monica. Afterward I sip<br />
water from a coconut, open the hardtop<br />
roof, climb down into the low-slung<br />
cockpit and push the “engine start”<br />
button. The V-8 roars to life. I parade<br />
past a long line of parked Priuses on<br />
Main Street, and heads turn. The M3<br />
is a vision of beauty with the growl of a<br />
guard dog and the grace of a yogi.<br />
As I pick my way across town,<br />
through West Hollywood and<br />
Beverly Hills, the warm air dries the<br />
perspiration in my hair. Eventually I<br />
wheels<br />
guide the M3 onto the I-10 to Topanga<br />
Canyon and fi nd one of the sweetest<br />
strips of tarmac ever laid: Mulholland<br />
Drive. With the majestic sun setting<br />
over the Pacifi c, I rocket into winding<br />
I parade past a line of Priuses in Santa Monica,<br />
and heads turn. The M3 is a vision of beauty, with<br />
the growl of a guard dog and the grace of a yogi.<br />
blind curves and drops in elevation.<br />
The wide tires hoover the asphalt in the<br />
turns. The brakes are 14-inch dinner<br />
platters. The air is rich with eucalyptus<br />
and lavender blossoms—the whole<br />
canyon smells like an ayurvedic spa—<br />
and as I stop at the intersection of the<br />
Pacifi c Coast Highway, a Beach Boys<br />
song comes on the radio. Brian Wilson<br />
is singing about his little deuce coupe;<br />
TRANSTOCK<br />
BY<br />
he thinks that “if I had a set of wings<br />
man I know she could fl y.” I know<br />
exactly what he means. Los Angeles<br />
never felt so good. PHOTOGRAPH