The Mini I owned years ago was pink underneath a dodgy beige blowover. It had been pink with yellow spots actually, a la Mr Blobby. It had featured in the Lanimer Day parade in Lanark just prior to me owning it. Every time a bit of beige flaked off it exposed its pink bits, if you'll pardon the expression. It was considerably more rusty, sporting Fred Flintstone style footwells on both sides. The rotten exhaust broke just past the downpipe on Great Western Road one night and I pulled it off and carried on regardless. I think I managed to beat Kenny driving his mk2 Fiesta in a traffic light grand prix up Argyle Street in Finnieston one evening though!
Have you worked out who I am yet?
For the benefit of everyone else, turns out Mr Twoshoes and I work together. Small world eh?