The Pink Mini and Krystal on a road trip to Scotland.
Moving to England from Germany was a stressful, expensive process. Scrambling to find an apartment and move all our stuff within a month’s time frame was a bit more challenging than my husband and I had anticipated.
Which is why a mini trip to the longest named village in the world, located in Wales, seemed like an absurd time to take a road trip. Never one to let timing, lack of planning or finances stand in the way of a spontaneous trip, off we went to the village of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.
The name means "St Mary's church in the hollow of the white hazel near to the fierce whirlpool of St Tysilio of the red cave" in Welsh. And our reason for visiting was nothing more than visiting a random place. We loaded up in our German VW Polo and headed towards our destination, a 4-hour drive away.
Krystal and the Pink Yak in Germany and Christian with the Citroen in Tajikistan.
Experts at road trips, they met while participating in a transcontinental car rally from England to Mongolia in 2016.
Christian and I were experts at road trips at this point in our relationship, after all we had met on a transcontinental rally from England to Mongolia several months prior. I had been solo driving my car, known as the Pink Yak, when he stumbled across me for the first time at the Baku ferry port in Azerbaijan in a 20-year-old green Citroen which he had purchased from his Grandmother for 10 Euros.
We soon left the motorway, any one driving in the U.K. soon discovers that the motorways only go to a few key places and anywhere outside of those cities leads you to “A roads.” “A” roads have a lot of roundabouts but are slightly busier than “B” roads, which are a bit more countryside, and rural. We began winding our way through the scenic countryside as we took “A roads” into Wales.
After crossing into the Welsh border, we turned down a smaller “A road” and began cruising beside various farm houses. The terrain became quite hilly and the houses went from Brick to Stone. A small driveway leading to one of these quaint farm houses revealed a bright Pink Mini beside the road with a “For Sale” sign in the window. I squealed in excitement at the sight of the majestic mini perched in the driveway. The hot pink color stood out in the misty weather and lush green landscape.
“My mini!” I cried to Christian. He smiled and rolled his eyes as he looked at me, the way he always does when he knows I’m about to cost him a lot of money. He pulled inside the driveway, right beside the Pink Mini. We began inspecting the car. “It has a Unicorn in the window!” I laughed in delight as I pointed to the unicorn air freshener dangling from the rear view mirror. “It is my mini!”
As if on cue, the owner of the classic mini appeared. Another person had been inspecting the car, with an interest to buy her. We took the opportunity to ask the Farmer questions about the car. Turns out the mini was also built in 1989—the same year of my birth—AND as if that wasn’t enough, the model was a “Sky Rose,” Rose, being my middle name.
Enough was enough. This car CLEARLY was MY Pink Mini. She wanted to come home with us. We took the man’s phone number and spent the rest of the drive contemplating the purchase of our new English car. Although we technically didn’t have a place to live in England just yet and still had our German VW to sell, fate clearly had bigger plans in store.
We went to Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch and enjoyed exploring the village and random cities nearby. We found a castle and walked around it, enjoying the view of the Sea and the night lights in the mist. We found a random Pub / Hotel and booked a room for the night and the next day we visited the Pink Mini once more before driving back to Northampton to continue our house-hunt.
A week later, the Pink Mini was sitting happily in our driveway.
I knew when we bought her that the Pink Mini wanted to come home with us, and although she might be a bit fussy and quirky at times (like owner like car?) I knew that we would have some amazing adventures in store for the future…
The Mini decided to send Christian and I a message. One day while he was fixing her up in the street a couple approached him and told him about the Mini Rally known as the Italian Job. The mini had chosen our next adventure for us!
This October, Krystal, Christian and the mighty Pink Mini will be re-enacting this 1969 Classic Film as we head off to Turin in an event attracting mini’s galore and every vehicle seen from the movie. We will be driving from England to Italy and back again for this week-long event.
The Italian Job is a charity rally to raise money for the Buttle UK Children’s Charity and we are excited to have teamed up with MAHLE Powertrain to help make this event happen and raise money for such a worthy cause. For more information on the rally, check out our CHARITY PAGE. Be sure to check the MAHLE Powertrain website for Job Listings and all things CARS!!!
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