My first car was a Mini.....not the overblown newer 'Mini' but the microscopic Tardis of a car that was originally designed in the late 50's. There is no doubt that this little marvel was way ahead of it's time, but it had foibles. Boy oh boy, did this car have foibles.
I learned very quickly that a necessary tool was a stick about 2 feet long. This was to prod and thump the fuel pump with, to encourage the thing to pump fuel, cleverly this was mounted under the floor of the car in a position where it would receive equal amounts of road spray from the two front wheels.
The doors had a retaining strap, this would prevent the door from being blown against the front wing of the car should it inadvertently be opened in a gale, or whilst reversing at speeds of over forty miles per hour. It was the former that was the demise of the strap on my drivers door, and of the door itself, and the wing suffered a bit as well!
The resulting re-styled door was not a good fit, and the floor well of the mini would fill up with rainwater every time it rained, which is just about all the time round here. The solution was to remove the rubber bungs in the floor to allow the offending liquid out.
The trouble with the clever solution was that when driving through snow and slush the holes became miniature geysers which soaked the driver and passenger alike. Usually when we were suited up and on our way somewhere!
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