Words & photos - Daniel Bevis
Minis really don’t get a lot more serious than this. The aggressive aesthetics shout louder than a stadium full of West Ham fans, despite a futile attempt to tone the frenzy down with seventies-bathroom-beige paint, thanks to those wide-hipped arches and carbon-fibre rear diffuser. The whole shell is as slippery as a buttered eel too; the tail-lights are MIA and every panel is flawless.
Peeping through the purposeful Perspex sliders, you’ll spot within a pair of super-lightweight carbon-fibre bucket seats (surprisingly not that uncomfortable, the owner was keen to point out) with four-point harnesses, along with a substantial rollcage, copious weight-saving drilling, no dash, and a comically tall Touring Car-style gearlever.
As you might imagine, there’s no old-school A-Series motor to be seen here. The fuel that gets chucked in through the rear window - where the filler is, you see, the guy’s not mental – snakes its way into a Yamaha R1 bike engine. A gloriously silly idea, which must be oodles of fun.
This thing’s been flawlessly perfected to a show-winning finish, but it’s also been engineered for hardcore use. So after nigh-on a decade of development, you’ll probably be seeing it at one or two shows this summer… and don’t be surprised if you spot it out on track too. Just make sure you go in well-armed if you have any desire to catch it.
Spotted at the Goodwood Breakfast Club - more pics here.