In 1968, after writing off my beloved Moggie Minor, I rather foolishly bought a 1960 Mini for £150 from a garage in Island Road, Handsworth. Being naive, I wasn't aware of the miracle stuff called Plastic Padding, until a mate of mine took a magnet and traced all the parts of the bodywork that weren't actually metallic... It was the dog of all dogs, that Mini. Its No 1 problem was blowing cylinder-head gaskets, but that paled into insignificance when the starter-button (behind the driver's seat) rotted and I shoved the entire assembly through the floor one fine morning. That fixed, the inevitable happened soon afterwards when the rear sub-frame rotted away, and my Mini took on a distinct lean to the left. I was pulled over one day by PC Plod, who pointed out a few facts to me, after which I shoved the bloody thing into the garage and left it there.
Six months later my uncle asked about my Mini. I gave it to him. It was still running nearly 30 years later, possibly the oldest Mini still alive. He re-built it from the ground up, something I was totally incapable of doing, and he loved it. When at last he had to scrap it, I was driving a nice new Mondeo, thank you very much.
Didn't like Mini's, but they must have had something going for them....
Big Gee