E21s are getting harder to find in the wild. This one was parked at the Mendocino bed and breakfast we stayed at. It's beautiful and very clean. Plus, it has a stick shift.
It's funny how cars bring back memories. A family friend, Bobby, was about ten years older than me. In 1986, I was a huge astronomy buff and he took me out to the desert to catch Halley's Comet (remember that?). He had either a grey market E21 or an Alpina E21 and played this Whitney Houston song constantly while we drove through the Mojave overnight.
Bobby's younger brother Eddie was also a car nut. He imported this right hand drive Toyota Soarer to Southern California.
Stay tuned as I share a steam train ride through the redwoods.
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