Top Gear advise never to meet your hero car. Of course, they're talking about the Ferrari California, Butatti Veyrons and Pugani Zondas. Despite their warning, I bought my hero car without even seeing it in person. Here is my Top Gear style review.
Just because it needed tons of bulbs, a new spare tire, lug nuts, new shocks, brake cylinders, ball joints, a front headlight, a radiator, and rear brakes, and just because it had a wobbly steering wheel, wing mirror, and muffler, and just because it has no air conditioning, radio, or automatic windows, and just because it has a few bumps and scratches, and a couple of rust spots doesn't mean that it isn't the most awesome car I've ever seen. Oh, and the interior light is falling out, and in a slight 40 year design flaw, the ignition coil is in the very front of the car, exposed to rain and susceptable to shorting.
It is beautiful in its simplicity. When a car is 10x5x4 it can't be complicated. It has just a speedo, temperature, and gas guage, it tells you everything you need to know. Well, except for the gas guage, which is not exactly reliable.
It may be small but it doesn't need to be babied (despite the car cover) and it is getting a napoleonic complex because everyone underestimates it and pulls out in front of us.
Minis won rally races (and still do) not based on power and performance but on keen turning and a short wheel base. And a Mini isn't fun to drive because it has loads of power and performance, but because you can make turns in 3rd gear and hug winding roads like nobody's business. It's zero to 60 performance is acceptable at 38 seconds (I exaggerate). And, thank God for new shocks.
What I'm trying to say is that if there is (an imperciptable) dip in post posting, it's because I'm out taking my Sunday drive. Er, sorry. I'll be out motoring.