Kitewife, she says YES! Answered
Many years ago, my father rallied a Mini.
Twenty-three years ago, I learned to drive in a Mini.
Twenty-two years ago, I had my first crash in a Mini.
I courted Kitewife in a Mini.
Now, after literally years of subtle hints, requests and outright begging, Kitewife has agreed that I can have another Mini. A proper one, not a BMW.
OK, this isn't going to be instant, probably months away, but I am uber-excited about it, so I thought I'd come a and brag about it.
All I've got to do first is fix up the Megane to a saleable state - replace the spoiler, the wing mirror, buff out the scratches, pull out the dent in the door, then sell it, then raise about a grand extra ...
... ah, what the heck, she said yes!