More my size indeed. |
While never a captain, I've often navigated many a variety of vehicles most mobile. Each is Astrodome huge, but one less gargantuan than others. She's the Mini Cooper.
I've been party to car, plane, van and train, but all made me steerage-style cargo, none inviting me into auto-fairing comfort. With nothing but cavernous spaces of interior dis-play-ment, how am I to feel but in-transience?
Enter the transi-science of the Mini Cooper.
Fore-frontious of any observation is that, even by my own micro mini standards, it's as cramped as concentration camp quarters, and I'm under 32 pounds on this planet. Bad, good, or maybe wonderful, I have yet to import, though I promise I will. Oh, I will.
I can sit, take a spin, head east into petro-exhaustion, do anything I want, assuming I can master this clutch or figure one or more of these so-called "rules of the road."
But check it, unlike anything since my Go-Cart experience, nothing has so nearly fit me like a mitten nor a glove. Only that one had a horsie and a half. This bad motor scooter's got upwards of 200 and, as much as I know the hook, I'm completely off it, and how!
The best of the tilly-tally was that, following my highly successful, static test drive, the dudes took me into the closing room to close me, and close me hard. They didn't know my budget was literally nickles and my employment was steadfastly useless. Down payment? When I offered milk and toys they went insane; it was awesome.
If you're a fellow under-hundred-pounder, check out the overpowered Mini Cooper. It may just fit your bill as it filled my britches. Even though I couldn't harness or blind the raging ponies contained within, I'd still push it like a button.
BMW ressurected the heritage of this Mini much the way my parents ressurected the heritage of "minis" in our familial household. Sure, if it's broad sided by a Hummer H-2, you'll all be Casper ghostly; but climb up piggyback on me and face a Hummer, you'll find the same to be true.
Me and Mini's both H-2 intolerant. H20 can drown us, so what's the big deal? Buy a Mini for your mini-own, revel in the gas mileage and take three trips to pick up milk. Nobody tries to hitchhike in it, so it's as good as any other automotive solution, right? This car hauls ass even if only half an ass at a time.
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