uned Minis have always been a part of my life. In fact they were imprinted on my DNA well before I was born, thanks to my dad having an early Mini in the mid-’60s that he tweaked to look, go and sound the part. I can remember looking at fuzzy Kodak photos of that car – Old English White with a black roof and black Minilites – and knowing that I too would have a snorty Mini one day.
When that day came – or rather when I talked my mum into selling me her nearly new Mini and then spent all my money on hotting it up over a period of years – I couldn’t have been happier, or driven it with more enthusiasm. Anything that puts a premium on handling over straight-line performance is a drivers’ car, right? And no car enjoys corners more than an original Mini.