The folks at BMW were foolish nice enough to invite me down to South Carolina to learn how to really drive a car–on a track, at their Performance Driving School. They were also uncaring enough about their possessions kind enough to let me borrow one of their zipy Z4 s35i Roadsters to drive down there from New York. I was smart enough to learn something from the experience. But don’t think that doesn’t mean I didn’t spin around in circles a million times on a wet skid-pad, because I did. Read all about it in my big gay car column over at Vanity Fair.