It was a busy day at my son’s primary school today – a local business day full of craft stalls, dance and martial arts demonstrations, a World’s Greatest Shave Event (where my wife lost her locks) and right before you walked up the drive to the big hall, there was parked the happiest little panel van around… allow me to introduce you to Bella.
Mini
A Mini called Binky
Wow, where does the time go? While removing quite a few pipes, covers, plugs and bolts to change over my spark plugs in the Stagea over the weekend (an occasion that made me miss my 1JZ for the simple 10 minute job that it was) I realised I hadn’t posted here for a while. And what better way to get back into this page than by falling in love with a completely mental 1980 Mini who goes by the name of….Binky.
Yep, Binky.
The father in law’s formula to becoming a future millionaire
Baz the mechanic (aka my father in law) seems to have accidentally struck a formula to getting rich. Sure it’s going to take him 384 years to actually crack the mill with this system…but he’s well on his way already!
In complete wrecks and deep rust, we trust
So who’s keen on a rusty wreck that’s seen many summers rotting away under a tree?
Lots of people on Facebook it seems!