The Mini is great though. When I ordered the ignition coil for the Midget, I threw a new shifter knob and throttle cable into the shopping cart for the Mini. I like the knob. It's bigger.
At the grocery store today, I parked next to a MINI. Stellar parking job, eh? On my way out, I saw its owner looking in at my car with a big smile. I approached him with a "nice car" and we chatted briefly. He seemed a little taken aback by the whole situation, but he seemed like a nice guy. I guess it is possible that people who perform horrid parking jobs can actually be nice. But then why do they park so poorly?
But I don't know. I feel like the Mini is the overachieving, lovable older brother; and the Midget is the little brother who just can't seem to catch a break. Everybody's giving the Mini thumbs up and high fives at school. He's in great shape with his awesome new paint job, shiny chrome, and super cool racing stripes. And the Midget is just trying to keep up. He seeks similar approval of his classmates, but he's currently plagued with a broken electrical system while his face is breaking out in rust spots. For every step ahead, something happens to move him two steps back.
But don't worry Midget, I love you. If not as much as the Mini, at least reasonably so.
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