One hoist, and the spot underneath it, was dedicated to a pair of BMW 700s, one having undergone a perfect restoration, and the other patiently waiting for its own spin on the rotisserie. I couldn't help but fall in love with the little red coupe, yet another car I was seeing for the first time outside of classic ads and racing photos that I've collected from the web. I suppose that's what comes with growing up in the suburbs of Nashville, however, I never expected a treat like this when moving to the West coast.