My mini
I had a lovely mini - 1978 i think. I drove that car like the Gene Genie. Top speed of about 90, but getting there was the fun.

I had a resit exam at uni in liverpool, so the night before I set off and begin the 2 hr drive up there from Leicester. My car is flying, and i get on the M6 about 7pm, sun setting, beautiful.

Get up to junction 18 and onto the motorway comes a plain police car - you could always tell; Volvo Estate, black grill and always nice alloys. I throttle back form about 85 and check the speedo. Its full of smoke.

I am a little worried; the smoke is now filling the other dials. And my car smells like a science lab when you "crack" crude oil.

Pull onto the hard shoulder, get out of the car an stupidly open the bonnet. The engine is fully ablaze so I do the only thing I can think off - use the water bottle in the car to put it out. Luckily this gets the flames down enough to smother the fire out using an old coat.

Shit me rightup - but then the rubbish bit. £220 for an emergency tow off the motorway, £40 for a train ticket from Stoke to Liverpool and £300 in repairs just because the Mini engine shield had come loose, knocked the water pipe off and everything had gone for about 40 miles uncooled.
(Strump striving for imperfection since, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 21:59, 1 reply)

Another one bites the dust
The bypass hose regularly went on mine, so I'd have a trail of steam pouring out of the engine bay as I drove along.

There's something not right about having a sauna fully clothed.
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Tue 27 Apr 2010, 8:40, closed)