Twas the night before Christmas and all ’round the MINI, Not a creature was stirring, the motoring… finis. The air freshener hung round the shifter with care, In hopes that the motorer soon would be there. But the motorer was snuggled up nice in a bed, While visions of motoring danced in my head. The […] More...
And the F56 finished up, with one simple wish, Please Dear Santa, make my eyes look like something other than a fish.