A couple nights ago, the wife and I valet parked the M at the chosen venue for dinner (no, I don't let them drive it anywhere). My car was parked behind a sparkling white Lamborghini Gallardo. And it's a sweet looking car: The M4 is stylish, and striking and all, but...Lambo.
Then the couple walks out to it, and hop in. The woman is fairly young, pretty hot. The guy...is not. But hey, Lambo!
Then he starts the car, goes to pull out - stall. D'oh! That's ok - Lambo!
Stall #2...ouch, the cool factor did in fact just drop.
Stall # 3...now there's a guy shooting video of this poor b*stard trying to move.
He finally gets moving at lucky try #6, by which time I'm thinking "Dude, my car is behind you, don't accidentally put it in reverse..."
It's now clear this is a rental Lambo (plates weren't new). Which also leads one to conjecture about another possible, uh, rental in this scene.
Anyway, after this debacle we hop in the shiny grey M4, put down the top, and happily roll out. So the moral of this story is, it isn't the size of the "engine" that matters, it's whether you can drive it
Cheers
(ok, the size of the engine sorta matters)