Variety is, indeed, the spice of the Quail. Unrestored barn finds rest side by side with perfect Broughs and Triumphs, plus a few marques I barely recognized and even a Munch Mammoth! This year, there seemed to be more 1960s BMWs than I think I’ve ever seen in one place. At breakfast on Saturday in downtown Carmel, my wife and I chatted briefly with a trio of riders on really lovely R69s, Earles forks and all, and daily riders. “Totally reliable,” one owner said. This generation of boxer, all rounded engine cases and reserved black-with-white-pinstripe schemes, looks both older and newer than it is. My wife immediately said, “Oh, I’d love one of those…” There seemed to be so many of these stately BMWs on display at the Quail that I was taken aback.