C a r o l y n D a u g h t e r s

Recently, Mini has been rattling like mad, and I couldn’t figure out why for the life of me. A few weeks back, I drove my friends Debbie and Mg here and there, and both were impressed by the sounds of impending explosion coming from Mini’s underbelly.

Debbie: Pull over. Park the car.

C: I’m sure everything’s fine.

Debbie: Sweet baby Jesus, stop driving!

I parked, and we got out and looked at the car from a distance.

Mg: It’s rattling cause some engine part is dragging from the undercarriage. You can see it.

C: You can?

Mg: Yes. There under the car. It’s plainly visible. We’re both looking … Continue Reading

I’d wanted a Mini Cooper for years. Years and years. It’s short and fat and squat and as cuddly as two thousand pounds of metal can possibly be. It doesn’t look like other cars. A few years back, I mentioned my Mini love to my friend Mike, and what do you know? He went out and got himself one. Just like that. I was jealous, I’ll admit it. Who likes a car and runs out to get the thing without hemming and hawing and debating and … Who does that?

Why did Mike get a Mini? Why not me?

Course, the only … Continue Reading