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Mine: 1976 Mini 1000. Maroon with paint bubbles and rust patches and an interior overpowering smell of dog that I could never get rid of. How anybody can be nostalgic over these is beyond me. It was like driving a dodgem. It broke down regularly. It filled up with water when it rained and when turning I got a tidal wave of water sloshing across the footwell. It held the road like a blancmange. I jacked it up once and the jack went through the sill. The battery was housed in a sunken compartment in the boot. It fell through the rotted metal housing and dragged along the road one night.
It was useful as a young man when dating however. One friday night I took a girlfriend 'out' as you do as a young chap in a car. The next morning my mam asked me if I'd give her a lift into town to go shopping as it was pouring with rain. She was sat in the passenger seat and the windows began to steam up......to reveal the girlfriends bare feet imprints up the inside of the windscreen. She never said owt to me about it but sat there going purple.
It was useful as a young man when dating however. One friday night I took a girlfriend 'out' as you do as a young chap in a car. The next morning my mam asked me if I'd give her a lift into town to go shopping as it was pouring with rain. She was sat in the passenger seat and the windows began to steam up......to reveal the girlfriends bare feet imprints up the inside of the windscreen. She never said owt to me about it but sat there going purple.