woo hoo!
i motor. i'm hip. i love my mini cooper. it's red with white stripes. it's the first car i've ever bought, and the best car i've ever driven.
when you get a mini cooper, you join a cult. they send me little packages all the time. they sent me cookies in a mini cooper cookie tin, they sent me a pen, a journal, trading cards, a mini cooper road bingo game, a key chain, a cd holder, a die cast mini cooper. they send me e-mails that ask me how many jealous suvs i saw that day. the owner's manual shows you how to properly give a thumbs up when you see another mini.
the only downfall at all to having a mini cooper is the onlookers. everywhere i go, people stop me to look at it. i wouldn't care, if it weren't for the fact that two of them were cops. i have now been pulled over twice (i shit you not) by cops who just wanted to look at it and ask about it. thankfully, i'm not a drug dealer and i do not use my mini to smuggle people into the country, but it has still freaked me out twice now.
my mini has no stickers, but it has fuzzy red dice.