So, to sum up then, the Mini is badly packaged, badly made, badly thought out, bad at going round corners, bad at going in a straight line and bad at getting where it’s going because, even if it doesn’t break down, it’ll run out of petrol.
And yet I absolutely love it. I have been volunteering to go into town to get the milk and then coming home
without it, on purpose, so I can go again. And yesterday, I drove all the way to London to see someone who I knew full well is dead.