And lo one glorious morning, the Angel of the 800# announces that on the very day that the factory had prophesied long ago, your X5's empty shell came down from the stacker and began it's passage along the assembly line, where it will receive an iDrive brain, a twin turbo diesel heart, and the courage to roar it's defiance of mere gas powered conveyances. At the end of the line, it will receive four precious slippers that will finally allow it to touch terra-firma and burn rubber*

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* unless the Traction Control system decides otherwise.