Okay, here’s the deal. I am o-b-s-e-s-s-e-d with the mini. I loooove the mini. Who doesn’t love the mini? Who? As the brainypintsizer, it’s the perfect car for a chica my size and height. When you can barely reach the ceiling handle bars in a New York City subway or London Tube, you don’t need to be in the driver’s seat of something the size of an 18-wheeler. It amazes me how many times I’m driving around and I see little women in sports utility vehicles (SUVs) and I think to myself, “Oh my God. They can’t even see over the dashboard.” I guess they want to be the biggest, baddest chick on the road. Well, go on girl! Go ahead with your bad self!
The “old school” mini minor is simply too cute and speedy for words.
Several years ago, the “new” mini was launched. Okay, I admit, I actually like it too. It’s still cute and speedy. But there’s something about the toy car-looking shape and pop-off-looking wheels of the old school mini that brings out nostalgic feelings of the early ’70s to me.
(Sigh) Old mini…new mini — they’re perfect. I can totally picture myself “vroom vrooming” around. Best of all, I’d be able to see over the steering wheel without the use of a pillow.
Hmmmm…now, all need to do is work on my uncle who is a not so much of “Car Collector” but a “Collector of Cars” to collect either one so that when I visit the Southern Branch of La Familia, I have my own little ride to zoom down the Indy 500 highways. Sweet!
P.S. On the days when I’d want to feel the wind on my face and be “open” on the open road, I’d also need to have one of the cutest vehicles I’ve ever seen — a Vespa. (I’ve got my eye on a Vespa dealership. It’s amazing how many colors they have — and you can get helmets to match!)