This was my weekend. In total we drove about 500 miles, maybe more, all for the little chap you see in the picture above. On Saturday morning I met Paul at Peterborough station and from there we took the Polo all the way down to Bognor Regis only stopping next to Heathrow for a quick lunch. We arrived a little early, the seller was still at work so we took ourselves into the seaside town and had coffee as we eagerly awaited the go ahead.
At about half 3 we got what we came for. The little Mini was parked in the garage, only its cheeky rear end poking out and Paul was already giddy with excitement. We got all of the paperwork and payment out of the way as quickly as possible and headed out to claim his new motor. Seeing it for the first time I was really impressed. It was all in great condition, rust free in the right places, the paintwork was still gleaming and then he started the engine. It growled! It had an awesome twin exhaust at the back which gave it an almighty sound for such a diddy thing. We were just about ready to go and we spotted a screw in one of the back tyres, so we got it up on the jack and stuck the spare on. Then we were finally ready to go! I was following all the way home, almost acting as a safety car, and it’s a good job I was. About 5 miles down the road, just as we were approaching a roundabout on a duel carriageway I noticed as the traffic began to move, the mini didnt… Hazard lights on then. We popped the bonnet and took a look, we couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, nothing was smoking, everything was connected, so we rang the seller who kindly came out to give the tyres a kick and give it a once over for himself. As we waited it started to pour it down so we took shelter in my car. Mark arrived and agreed that there wasn’t anything visibly wrong, so we tinkered and tested it. Then there was a cough, a splutter and it started to purr again. Success! We were back on the road.
It turned out that Paul was just pushing the little guy jut a bit too hard, so he agreed not to take it up to 90 any more, that seemed to do the trick. After other 200 miles and 3 or 4 fuel stops we arrived back in the ‘shire and after I had a little go (which I loved) I sent him on his way. As he bounced off down the road with a massive smile on his face sounding like a suped up Impreza I couldn’t help but think that I should probably get saving too…
This was shot with my 50mm 1.8, ISO 100 at 1/640 sec.
I used a ND8 Filter to maintain my aperture in the bright sunlight.
This is also about 10 pictures stitched together using the brenizer method.