Love that t-shirt!
Cheers
There's a story behind that T-shirt, that I will now make unnecessarily long:
My wife and I have done several major marriage team-building type life projects in recent years. I will warn you in advance, do not show these stories to your wives.
For the first project, I let my wife custom-order a new BMW Track Pack car exactly how she wanted it, and then flew her to Munich Germany to pick it up at the factory. We made two stops on the way to pick up her car- first we flew to Paris for 3-4 days, and had dinner in the Eiffel tower on our last night. Then we flew to Rome for 3-4 days, where I rented us a red Italian Vespa scooter, and we scooted all over Rome. Then we flew to Munich, to do Oktoberfest (in costume) the night before her delivery.
Porsche, Mercedes, and others do European Deliveries too, but nobody does European Deliveries like BMW does. They had us picked up at the airport in Munich by a big black long-wheelbase BMW 7-series limousine, driven by a very dignified limo driver in a 3-peice suit. Upon arrival at the BMW Welt first thing in the morning, we were issued VIP credentials and lockers, and shown to the Premier Lounge, which is set aside for European Delivery customers. They change the menu three times a day, and European Delivery customers can have as much gourmet food and drink as they want. During the day, we toured the BMW Museum, the BMW factory, and the BMW Welt itself. At the appointed time, they walked my wife down a big dramatic flight of stairs to her car, which was slowly rotating on a giant turntable under spot lights in the center of the building. She cried. They had a professional photographer take some delivery photos of her with her new car, and then let her drive a "victory lap" around the inside of the Welt before exiting.
Her new car came with German license plates, registration, and insurance. They told us her license plates were not valid in Liechtenstein, so the first thing we did was head for Liechtenstein. Then we drove through the tip of Austria, into Switzerland, over the famous San Bernardino Pass in the Swiss Alps (had a little lakeside picnic at the top), and into northern Italy, where we stayed at a surprisingly nice hotel in Varese. Over the next several days, we toured Ferrari, Lamborghini, Maserati, Pagani, Ducati, and MV Agusta, as they are all located within a few hours of each other. My wife rented me a black 570-horsepower all-wheel-drive convertible Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder Performante (I did about 150 mph or so through the Italian countryside). Then we did 3-4 days in Venice, before heading back up to Salzburg Austria (Sound of Music, Mozart, yada, yada), and across Germany for the second time. We did the famous medieval walled city of Rothenburg, took a horse-drawn carriage ride up to have wine and desserts in the world's most famous castle (Neuschwanstein, the castle that inspired Disney's castle), toured Porsche in Stuttgart, toured the Mosul Valley wine region, and repeatedly maxxed her car out against it's 155 mph electronic speed limiter on the German Autobahns on our way to the Nurburgring, to lap her car at triple-digit speeds around the track that the Track Pack was designed for. The cherry on the top of this trip, was an $860 cab ride for my wife in a Porsche 911 GT3 RS race taxi, driven around the Nurburgring at speeds of up to 320 kph (200 mph) by the most famous racing driver there, Sabine Schmitz.
Anyway, back to the cowbell- While we were in Hohenschwangau to visit the Neuschwanstein castle, there is a very specific spot in a field below Neuschwanstein castle, that BMW European Delivery owners often take photos of their cars at, showing the castle in the background. There were cows in the field on the other side of the road, and my young wife had never heard cowbells. She had also never seen or heard of the SNL "More Cowbell" skit, so I pulled it up on my phone and showed it to her right there in the field. From that time on, the "More Cowbell" thing has been a family joke of ours, because that trip couldn't possibly have needed any more cowbell...
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