Got it for free. Took it apart. Ran out of talent.
It was a high-end, quality automobile. It also smelled like wee inside.
The car I never promised myself.
It was £300, so what the hell was I expecting?
It finally dies in this one.
The ongoing saga goes on.
They say everyone should own a Mini at some point. They’re wrong.
Imagine rust. And no headlights. And some beige. BINGO!