The affair began in 1971 when I bought an Austin 850 mini. Not very expensive, but she was my first car, and thus was beautiful in all respects. Canary yellow, not much umph, but tons of fun to drive. I gussied her up with Cosmic wheels, Pirelli tires, Koni gas shocks and a bigger engine and sped around town with my hair on fire. What a blast! But life catches up with you, and Uncle Sam invited me on a S.E. Asia Tour, so I sold her and headed over the horizon.
The years went by, but the love never died. When BMW resurrected the brand I watched with interest. Finally, with some money in the bank and a Sweetheart who absolutely had to have one, we went to see the dealer, and, there on the floor was our Cooper S. It really takes me back, and my Baby really loves driving it, too. We are, once again, Mad Mini Commandos! Ah, life is great!
So, greetings fellow travellers. May you enjoy your journey as much as we enjoy ours.