Peak Time

From Longtime Friend & ReaderMike L.:

“Would you ever consider a once a month article about a MODERN CLASSIC (aka peak) vehicle?”

Actually, I touched on the topic once before, here (and I would recommend refreshing the old memory banks by revisiting the post), but here’s my principal thesis therein:

Where I’m intrigued is when the discussion turns to the concept of “peak car”, which I’ve alluded to on several occasions:  that time when new cars came with sufficient horsepower and a sufficient amount of technology which makes driving enjoyable for the average driver*.

I think that “peak car” depends on the brand / model.

…and therefore model year, as well.  In that post, I looked at the Honda/Acura NSX, Ferrari 550 Maranello, Jaguar XJ40 and Mercedes Benz 450 SE.

So in keeping with Mike’s request, I’ll be looking at some more of my beau ideal  models, by manufacturer and model year, starting with today’s pick, the 1990s-era BMW 735/740/750 (E38):

I’m not sure that BMW ever made a better luxury saloon car in the years that followed.  Oh sure, the newer models may be faster, may handle a little better, and very much technologically superior to the old 735/740/750 models;  but are they that much better for the average driver*?  (This last clause is very important.)

I’ve driven 7-Series BMWs from the 1990s and the early 2010s, and I have to say that the newer models, while appreciably better in terms of handling and such, disqualify themselves by the overweening and intrusive technology that made them strike out (i-Drive?  ugh).  In my opinion.  I hate the fact that with most modern Beemers, you have to go through the equivalent of an aircraft’s pre-flight check before setting out on your journey, whereas with the 90s 7-series cars, you turned the key, the car would start and you’d be out of the township before the new Beemer could clear your driveway.

And in terms of luxury, the 90s Beemers were perfectly okay — emphasis being on the word “perfect” — and anybody could set off on a long journey knowing that at the end, their backs would not require getting a tame chiropractor out of the trunk.  In addition, if the long journey had a timetable those models would propel you along the road at great speed.  Here’s a quick Wikipedia comparison of the models I care about:

Quite honestly, I think the 740’s 4.4-liter V8 (pushing out a measly — by today’s standards — 286 HP) seemed at the time to do the job perfectly well, for most drivers*.  (Of their 5.4-liter V12, we will not speak;  it was an absolute monster.)

Today’s 7-series cars are equally impressive, but in reality, all they’re doing is maintaining the standards set by those models of thirty years ago.

Here’s the thing, and it will be a recurring theme of all articles to follow this topic in future:  if someone today were to hand the average driver — say, me — the key to a factory-fresh (say) 1997 BMW 740, you’d have to prise that key out of my cold, dead hands, to coin a phrase.

And if I were to prefer something more powerful, then the 750 would be fine;  and if I wanted something just a little more racy, then the sleek 850 CSi (from 1994) would be my ultimate choice.


(It’s just the Motorsport version of the 750i, after all.)

Oh, and for those who can’t live without their precious technology, the BMW 740 and 750 both came with a satnav screen as standard, one of the first cars to do so.

Yes, I think the golden years for BMW’s luxury saloon cars was the mid-to-late 1990s:  their absolute peak. At their introduction, they were the best of the breed — Mercedes equivalents of the era were too heavy and sluggish, and much more expensive — and anyone who lived through that period would have been completely blown away by them, as I most certainly was.

All the 7-series Beemers that have followed since are just gilding of the lilies, at prices (in constant dollars) that cause the nose to bleed, for not that much more utility, and certainly not that much greater luxury.


I’m not that sure that this will be a monthly feature.  Barring the unforeseen, I think I’ll make it a Sunday one.

And as always, discuss in Comments if you agree/disagree.  This is very much a personal opinion, and is really intended as a conversation-starter.

Gratuitous Gun Pic — S&W Victory (.22 LR)

Reader Chris S., who is a Very Bad Man, sends me a pic of his S&W Victory pistol:

Now I have to say that this absolutely did not leave the factory looking like that (nothing wrong there, of course).  Chris adds the following:

The trigger is excellent, about a 3.5 lb pull. The flat trigger has adjustments for pre and post travel, but I think that all models have the same great trigger feel. This handgun is a keeper. 
I’ll say it is.  That right there is prettier than the average Alabama cheerleader.

Range Report: .38 Special

As any fule kno, I am not a huge fan of .357 Mag ammo unless fired from a rifle like the Marlin 1894:

…or at least via a revolver with a 6″ barrel, such as the Python or S&W 686:

(Of the now-discontinued Ruger GP100, we will not speak.)

With any of the above, though, the .357 Mag is wonderful and I would certainly trust it with my life.

However, I don’t have a 6″ .357 revolver, only a S&W Model 65 with its 4-incher:


…and the .357 doth beat up my wrists most foully.  (As any woman of experience will tell you, an extra two inches in the tube makes things so much better.)

Anyway, this is a long and roundabout way of telling you that all my .357 ammo lies inside Ye Olde Ammoe Locquere, to be unpacked when or if I ever get a suitable means of less-painful delivery thereof.

So today we’re talking about the .357 Mag’s smaller sibling, the .38 Special which, as any fule kno, can be chambered with confidence in any .357 Mag revolver (but not, of course, vice versa)

Now I’ve always regarded the venerable .38 Spec as a decent, perhaps even marginal self-defense load;  but with the advent of proper self-defense cartridges such as Hornady’s Critical Defense, these reservations have mostly disappeared.  Indeed, all my .38 revolvers are loaded with said ammo, and I don’t feel at all undergunned on the few occasions I take them out for some fresh air, in place of the 1911.  I have no actual reason for doing this, unless it’s because the “1911 pants” (i.e. those with 1911 holsters strapped to them) are in the laundry basket and I’m left with the “revolver pants”.

Okay, so if I’m “stuck” with .38 Specials, then which ones should I keep in stock?  On the basis of “more is better”, would the .38 Spec +P be even better than “ordinary” .38 Spec?  And is there any serious difference in recoil between the .38 Spec and the +P anyway, given that I’ve become a total recoil wussy in my old age?

This, of course, calls nay shouts out for a range trip, so off I went to Texas Legends, using my S&W Model 65 (“bedside”) as the delivery device.  The ammo I took was this selection:


Hornady Critical Defense .38 Special 110gr Flex Tip, which lives in all my revolvers, whether .357 Mag or .38 Spec, bedside, carry or fun guns.

Then some +P:

…and lastly, some budget FMJ, just for kicks (so to speak):

And for those who weren’t paying attention, the specs for each:

110gr Flex-Tip (i.e. hollowpoints)
125gr JHP
130gr FMJ

Now one would think that the difference in bullet weights as well as the added +P charge would make a difference in felt recoil between the different cartridges, but let me tell you:  it didn’t.  All the ammo felt exactly the same, as I discovered when I loaded two of each into the cylinder.

So all that taken care of, I settled down for a little practice with each, doing single-action “aimed rapid” (one or two seconds between trigger pulls, each shot under a cocked hammer).  Then for the hell of it, I loaded up two cylinders each of the Win +P and Herter FMJ, and went for “double-action rapid”, as fast as I could reacquire the target and squeeze the trigger. Here are the results, all at 20 feet (7 yards).

Next time, I’ll do the same test with the old 6″-barreled S&W, just for the hell of it.

Let’s see if I can’t tighten up the groups a little…

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