During the second year of my degree I had to spend three months in France. Around the same time petrol had become expensive and I received a car insurance renewal that scared me, maybe it was time to buy something a little cheaper to run. It was time to buy a Mini. With my brothers help we located a 1275GT. I don’t recall the reasons, but we decided to keep the Escort so we stored it in my grandparents garage and I started using the Mini.
It was as much fun as I had been lead to believe and I soon learned that conservation of momentum was the key to overcoming it’s performance limitations (but it was very noisy for my 60 mile drive!)
Part of the reason for the cheaper car was to take it to France with me but then the plan changed. My three months would be in Paris not Cherbourg! I phoned the insurance company to tell them that I wouldn’t be needing insurance for France and during the call I found out that the high quote that I had received for the Escort was a mistake… so the Mini was retired and I went back to the Escort.
The Mini was left to Rust in Piece at the family Mini graveyard (aka my brother’s house)
As I’m sure my brother will point out, this isn’t a picture of MY Mini. It had a full length Webasto sunroof.
Dreams, cars and dreams about cars 
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