My Dad had a number of minis; a minivan when he met my Mum and then a mini traveller complete with wood cladding. When I was two we went on holday to Switzerland via relatives in Paris. Equpped with my plastic animls that came free in cereal packets, I was able to strike out into the Alps and plant my lions and camels in the snow.
Speaking of the alps they are now pushing said minis out of the back of the coach.
Not long til the cliff hanger...
Minis; you always knew they would beat the Fiat police cars.