There’s a campaign in New Zealand, encouraging potential Mini buys to test drive the cars at night.
When (presumably), the local constabulary is out at their local Arthur Murray, (see above,) and you can hurtle down those NZ roads as fast as your very little brain encourages you to.
Mini deserves better.
But ignore me. I’m a feminist, grumpy, a mother and old enough to have lost that particular selfish idiot urge.
I’d rather eat at Hooters.
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