My Father’s 1988 BMW M5: Learning To Drive Stick in The Ultimate BMW

M5 in Driveway 1200

In the summer of 2010, my father bought the first M car he would own; a 1988 M5. This was just before the cost of M cars skyrocketed, and the asking price was $8,000. For this, we received a well-used example of the breed. The seats were cracked, but still in decent shape, mostly. The paint was faded, and the dashboard was cracked to all hell. The odometer did not work. Despite all this, it ran and drove very well, and it had a number of things going for it.

M5 in Garage1200
The M5, in its home for the next decade

The troublesome self-leveling rear suspension had been replaced with simple Bilstein shocks, and the US-spec exhaust manifold was replaced with the European “bag of snakes” header. It also had a revised tune and an aftermarket exhaust, bringing the total horsepower rating to about 310 horsepower, all from the single-best engine I have ever experienced. My father, despite his misgivings, must have agreed because he bought the car that day, and he has kept it ever since.

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All US-Spec 1988 M5s came with the S38B35, which is derived from the M88. Euro-spec M5s came with the more powerful M88, and while I am certain it is a better engine, I have no complaints about the S38 that came in the US-Spec cars. Both were fed by six individual throttle bodies, and both made beautiful noises and plentiful power. Power was sent to the rear wheels by way of a five-speed Getrag manual, and ours had been quite nicely altered with a short-throw shifter. Despite its advanced age, it was still a formidable sports sedan, and on one occasion I shut down a much younger E46 330i in it. The engine was not the only special part of the M5. The suspension was wonderful, and I can only conclude it was tuned by wizards. Despite having driven many faster, more capable cars in the years that have passed, none feel as magical as the M5, and I have never felt better steering despite now owning a nominal sports car without any power steering.

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I learned to properly drive stick in the M5, and that was no small feat. The M5’s clutch had been replaced with a racing clutch, so it was heavier. With the short-throw shifter, the M5 did not forgive mistakes. I am certain I took a few years off my father’s life while first starting out, but by the end of the day, I could drive a manual at least as well as anybody I had ever met. My father taught me the best way he could think of—throwing me in the deep end. One day, he simply had me drive for a few hours, from our home in Los Alamos, down to White Rock, and then up to Jemez Springs. I did not complain about this method. This was already what I would call a nice drive in any car, but in the M5—the single-best driver’s car I have ever driven—it was heaven. Who in their right mind would complain about spending a day with their dad in an M5? By the end of the day, I was perfectly competent at shifting.

Unfortunately, my first accident—the only one to date that has been my fault—was in the M5. During rush hour, I made a left turn into a Subaru. It was a literal fender-bender, with the M5’s driver’s fender being bent at approximately a 90-degree angle from its original position. The insurance adjuster declared it totaled at first, but then at my father’s insistence, found that his initial estimate was extremely low. He had valued it as though it were a 1988 BMW 5 Series and not an M5. Years later, when my father had his first car accident that was his fault, the adjuster made the same mistake and again it was corrected. The M5 would be fixed, albeit with a fender from a junked 528e, but it was alive.

The M5 served my father well for a couple years after that, but it fell out of use when he retired. However, unlike his other cars–namely his 1998 540i and his 2007 335i, he has kept this one. It remains parked in a car hauler, awaiting the day he chooses to do something with it.

 

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