My mum had 2 minis when I was a teen. The first one was orange with a black roof which we christened Garfield. Wonderful little car and the only reason we got rid of it was because it was rusted all to hell. The second one was a white mini clubman. Damned thing was possesed and tried many times to kill my mum, (no joke). The final straw came when whilst I was pregnant we had quite a serious accident in it. Took me years to stop feeling nervous about getting in a car. Although it was very satisfying watching it being crushed at the breakers yard :)