The wheel turns: My Mini story

I left school to study geology at university. But I changed my mind and graduated intent on a career in the motor industry. I applied for positions with Ford and British Motor Holdings. I was accepted by both but chose BMH, and, ironically, I ended up working for Ford years later when they purchased Land Rover from BMW in 2000.

I spent the first two weeks of my motor industry career in August 1968 with a small group of graduates on an induction course at the Pressed Steel plant at Cowley near Oxford. The location is important to this story.

Stokesing trouble

Only a handful of graduates started that year as the behemoth British Leyland Motor Corporation (BLMC) had been formed only a few months earlier. The chairman and chief executive, Donald Stokes—Lord Stokes—had ordered a headcount freeze and banned new recruits. Fortunately for me, the instruction took some time to percolate through the ranks. Or maybe they just ignored it.

BLMC was created by the merger of British Motor Holdings (BMH) and the Leyland Motor Company (LMC) that had recently taken over the well respected and moderately successful Rover Car Company and the ailing Standard Motor Company.

BMH had been formed from the merger of BMC (British Motor Company), Pressed Steel and Jaguar. BMC itself was the result of an earlier merger of the Austin Motor Company (Austin) and Nuffield Motors (Morris). Confused? You will be. But sad to say, the Austin men and the Morris men were still fighting their own turf wars when BLMC was formed.

The Pressed Steel plant at Cowley produced bodies for the Morris Minor, Morris Mini, Morris 1100 and the Morris Oxford. They were Morris cars because Cowley had been the heart of the Nuffield/Morris empire. Up in Birmingham, at the old Austin headquarters, they made Austin versions of the Mini and 1100. The cars and bodies were identical, apart from the badging and the trim.

Now a rational person like someone running the rapidly growing Volkswagen in Germany or the diligent folk at Honda, Toyota or Datsun in Japan would have made all the variants of the Mini in one plant and all the variants of the 1100 in one plant to achieve economy of scale. But that was not the British way in the 1960s. Their mantra could easily have been to add complexity and cost at every stage. And boy, were they successful.

The naive Labour government had hoped that LMC’s expertise would revive the ailing BMH. The problem was that there was no Leyland expertise. Donald Stokes was just a truck and bus salesman. His most visible claim to fame was selling buses to Cuba when communist Cuba, under Fidel Castro, was very much on the nose. He was totally out of his depth running a large corporation.

Dog’s breakfast

However, to be fair to Stokes, and I find that very difficult, even Superman probably could not have run BLMC successfully. It was the ultimate dog’s breakfast of a company—an amalgam of over 100 companies. It had dozens of factories scattered over the British Isles. It made everything from cars, trucks and buses to forklift trucks, earth moving equipment, refrigerators and even pedal cars for children. It had militant unions and weak management, worn-out facilities and decades of under-investment. It was a total basket case.

On paper, it does not sound like the ideal place to start one’s career but, fortunately for me, I was at the heart of the action from the start. Initially, I worked as an analyst in the so-called Strategic Planning Department. The problem was that there was no strategy and no planning. All that could be said for it was that it was a department.

The first project I worked on was a board review and recommendation for the future of the Nuffield Tractor agricultural tractor business, which was, of course, bleeding money. I just collated and analysed numbers but, in my first lucky break, I flew with my boss to the HQ of the European Tractor Manufacturers’ Industry Group to collect the numbers in person—no Internet, let alone Dropbox back then.

Anyway, flying on business in 1968 was still a huge deal. We flew with BEA—British European Airways—in a BAC 1-11, and I remember it well because my seat faced backwards. It was weird and very disconcerting.

We pulled the study together, and I had an opportunity to read the final report and the recommendation, which was clear: get out of the tractor business. The BLMC board, presumably, considered the report and agreed—yes, you guessed right—to put more investment into the tractor business!

Surprisingly, the company staggered on as Leyland Tractors right into the 1980s, but I suspect it continued to lose money and just survived because it was overlooked in the larger mess.

Missing strategy

After a few months, the optimistically named Strategic Planning Group moved to the heart of the empire—the BLMC head office in Berkeley Square, right in the middle of Mayfair and occupying some of the most expensive office real estate in London.

It was a wonderful location to work but not, you would think, the ideal home for the head office of a company which was bleeding money from every pore and which had almost all of its business activities in the Midlands and North of England. Sadly very little made sense at British Leyland.

Let me insert the hero of the story, the Mini, into the narrative at this point. The Mini had been launched by BMC in 1959. It was a big deal because the designer, Alex Issigonis, had come up with the then-revolutionary idea of making a compact car by putting the engine transversely across the engine bay at the front, driving the front wheels.

It was an audacious move at the time, and it is an idea that has since been widely adopted. Someone must have spiked the BMC Board’s coffee with brave pills the day they signed off that proposal.

I lived in Ewell in Surrey until 1964, and I used to cycle up to Surbiton to watch the Cooper racing cars being constructed by the Cooper Car Company in a little backstreet garage. In 1961, BMC launched the Mini Cooper, a higher performance variant badged with the then respected Cooper name. I saw the first Mini Coopers being shown to the locals at a newly constructed go-kart track in Tolworth, Surrey, on the Sunday before the public announcement of the car. I do not know who thought of the Cooper Mini tie-up—was it Cooper or BMC? Whoever it was, they got that one right.

Off with his head

The Mini Cooper was a sales success and was instrumental in enhancing the Mini range’s reputation through motorsport success in rallies and race circuits. Any right-thinking person would have wanted to build on the Mini Cooper’s reputation, but sadly Lord Stokes was not a right-thinking man. He was reviewing the 1971 BLMC Budget—a massive tome full of woe and disclosing utterly depressing numbers—when his eye caught the fact that the company was paying some trifling royalty to the Cooper company for every Mini Cooper sold.

“Off with his head”,’ he shouted, totally disregarding the fact that the Mini Cooper was one of his company’s best-loved products and that every page of the document he was reviewing had details of activities which were losing millions of pounds every month.

So the Mini Cooper moniker was to be dropped, and a new name had to be found. There were three proposals. Firstly suggestion was Mini Climax because of the association with Coventry Climax—part of the BLMC empire—which made motor racing engines. The second was Mini Clubman. The third name I have forgotten.

Lord Stokes’s preference was for Mini Climax, but some embarrassed giggles from his staff, disuaded him from that probably fatal step.

Mini skirt

The Mini became a hot fashion item, and the name was adopted for the mini skirt—one of the 1960s greatest innovations. In 1969, my new wife Val and I bought our own Mini, and she bought (or, maybe. made) a few mini skirts to wear with it. The photo above shows my wife on our honeymoon with our second-hand Mini Traveller—a “woody” version of the Minivan. Like any first car, we loved it, but today I would consider it very unrefined and as slow as a wet weekend in Cowley. How the world has changed.

It would be 25 years before I owned another Mini, although in the 1970s Val drove several Mini company cars. One of the great benefits of being a senior motor industry executive at that time was that you had an entitlement to not just a company car for yourself but also, depending on your level, cars for your spouse and even your children. It sounds profligate, but in fact it was very profitable for the company as the cars were changed frequently and sold to the dealers at excellent prices.

I left the UK in 1977 for sunny Australia, missing the Thatcher years. But I did cross paths with the first British woman PM in a totally memorable, or maybe it should be unforgettable, boardroom lunch in Sydney in 1994. But that is a story for another time.

One success Margaret Thatcher can rightly claim is that she instigated the actions that finally pulled British Leyland out of its part-nationalisation and into privatisation and acquisition by British Aerospace in 1988.

Enter BMW

Exactly why British Aerospace bought the company, I don’t know. But six years later, they managed to package it up enough to make it attractive to BMW. And what a disaster that turned out to be, except for the Mini brand. BMW retained the Mini after disposing of Rover and Land Rover in 2000. Ironically, Land Rover now lives on alongside Jaguar under the ownership of the Indian Tata Group and has been successful in recent years.

My life was Mini free until 1994 when I built a Cooper S for motorsport. This was a really wonderful car. And the highlight of my motorsport “career” was winning a highly coveted Targa plate and coming third in the up-to-1600cc class in the exciting but dangerous 1996 Targa Tasmania.

Due to a combination of heavy rain—ideal Mini driving conditions—a very well-prepared car, and excellent teamwork with co-driver Owen, we did really well. See the photo of me driving in the rain somewhere in Tasmania with Owen telling me through the intercom, “leave the valves in the head mate” as I accelerated hard out of a corner.

My next Mini encounter was at a product familiarisation day at the Castle Coombe race circuit in the UK in the 1990s. I cannot recollect the year, but it was during the BMW ownership of Rover/Land Rover, and it was snowing. There was one Mini there to be driven. It was a sad car.

By that time, the Mini was well past its use-by date. It was embarrassingly slow, unrefined and uncomfortable. I remember driving it almost flat out round the circuit. It was so slow that braking was unnecessary. The Mini continued in production only as long as it did because it had become a cult car in Japan and still sold there right up to its demise in 2000 with interest sustained by special edition after special edition.

The new Mini

In 1998, the senior managers of Rover and BMW sales companies were asked to put forward their proposals for a new version of the Mini’s sales potential. I could not see it selling in vast numbers at the pricing they proposed. How wrong I was. The BMW Mini was a success from launch down to a great product and excellent marketing. Particularly surprising to me was that it was a big success in the USA.

Fast forward to late 2020, and I was giving serious thought to selling my 1977 2.7 Porsche 911 and replacing it with a Volkswagen Golf GTI or Golf R. I happened, by pure chance, to drive friend Laura’s Mini. It was a Eureka moment. How did I not have it on my consideration list? I had to have a Mini.

So, the week before Xmas, I was the owner of a brand new, fully optioned five-door Mini Cooper S, including the John Cooper works options. Yes, the same John Cooper “decapitated” by Lord Stokes. It was the ultimate impulse purchase. I had not done my homework. It was way over the budget I had in mind, and I saw the car come off the transporter at the dealership and decided to buy it there and then. However, I did take a very short test drive on trade plates to assure myself that I had not totally lost my mind.

Do I like it? Is the Pope a Catholic? It is brilliant. The build quality is superb. It feels super solid. The two-litre turbocharged BMW power unit is a gem. The seven-speed double-clutch automatic gearbox is a delight. The performance and handling are excellent, and it is economical. Mine has 18in wheels, whereas the original Mini had 10in wheels, so it’s a very far cry from the original Mini.

BMW has done an excellent job in developing the Mini brand from the initial three-door hatch product. Now there is even an electric Mini, but, so far, no Mini Climax.

Yes, the five-door model’s styling is odd and somewhat quirky and definitely not to everyone’s taste. The BMW Mini is much bigger than the original because it has to be much safer and has air-conditioning and a load of features not even dreamt of back in 1959. Also, people are now bigger and expect more space than when the original Mini was launched. It is, despite this, still a small car even in its “midi” five-door version.

The final twist to this story is that my new Mini was made in the BMW Cowley factory, located on the Pressed Steel factory site where I started my career way back in 1968. The wheel turns.

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17 COMMENTS

  1. That’s such a great story John. Thank you for triggering so many memories and, for me, one in particular: a family holiday in 1963 when my parents took my sister and me to the south of France in our blue coloured “woody” Mini Traveller (cars were not only smaller in those days but we must have travelled with less luggage than today). While driving through the Camargue my father had to stop the car and, even today, I remember watching him get out of the car and open the bonnet because, so he told us afterwards, he had to secure with some rope the engine which was working its way loose from the rest of the car.

    The journey to France took a couple of days and involved driving from our home to Lydd Airport, loading the car on to a Bristol Superfreighter (I still have a photo to prove it but who else remembers those aircraft?), flying to Dunkirk, driving to Paris, loading the car on the train for an overnight journey to Avignon and then driving from there to what was then an undeveloped coastline not far from St Tropez. Happy days.

    You allude to the minimalist interior of editor Mike’s new Tesla. I don’t recall the Mini Traveller having too much in the way of instruments on the dashboard!

  2. Good Evening John,

    I hope you are okay?

    This article evoked a few memories for me as my mother owned a mini that did the school run, and I remember being responsible for removing the blanket coverings in the boot that kept the battery warm in cold winters.

    Rust – I used to wonder if the mini precipitated from the inside out, as I recall the body work needing regular repairs, and the wings being replaced more than once during the time we owned it. Don’t worry the mini metro that came next fared little better.

    Unions – Very little has changed on the union front from what I see day to day. I recall my union rep around twenty five years ago trying to extol the benefits of how they had negotiated a 3.5% pay rise down to 1.5% and it was good for us all.

    1969 – the very year I arrived in the world.

    Thank you for sharing, I still love the mini as a concept, and I did look at one before deciding to take a different route for my current car – you will understand why I did that when we get free and I can write another article about my latest acquisition.

    Best wishes

    Dave

  3. Thanks for the memories, John, though they bring out cold sweats in me.

    Back in the early 80’s I joined a major advertising agency in London as a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newbie to work on Austin Rover. It quickly became apparent how chaotic Austin Rover was – poor forward planning which was then thrown out in a panic when sales did not hit some unrealistic target. We would spend days assembling cars, a cherry-picker camera rig and an airfield somewhere for a panic-stricken shoot and impossibly tight deadlines to get the plates to the nationals and local newspapers on time. Next month – repeat the process all over again. Unless “Red Ken” had shut the plants down…

    You can see when companies stand no real chance of survival and turnaround to better things. Austin Rover sadly, as you point out about its predecessor, was rotten to the core. It should have been taken out the woodshed long before it was broken up and sold off…

    Now where are my meds…

  4. My brother bought a mini – or maybe our father paid for it – when he came out of the RAF (doing ‘National Service’, as it was known) ..I think it came from a dealer whom the family vaguely knew.

    You mention “heavy rain — ideal Mini driving conditions” ..we-ell, not for those first Minis: many of them came to a shuddering halt in any rain, as – with a sideways-mounted engine – rain went directly through the front grille and straight under the Bakelite distributor cap, shorting out the points and seizing up the car. They were known for being hopeless in the rain! So one of Michael’s first buys was a ‘rubber boot’ ..specially made for Minis by some enterprising third party, covering the whole distributor, and you peeled back the top (..like opening the cap of a rubber hot water bottle..) when you seriously DID need to get to the points (..for advancing the engine a bit, to make it go a teeny bit faster!)

    He also bought a little stick to fasten to the steering column – with a Jubilee clip – to which you could divert the headlamp wiring, for flashing the lamps to indicate “after you!” at junctions, etc.

    The Mini was noisy, and had string – factory-fitted string! – to open the doors, and a button (the solenoid) in the floor to start the thing ..plus one of those odd looking metal caps, also in the floor, like most cars then did, to dip the main beam! ..Really weird. But that rattly metal noise made it hard to talk while driving, so Michael bought a (third party) silencing kit; huge, thick, pre-cut felt wads to stick to the underside of the flimsy metal bonnet (“hood”, for those in the $tates). He and his pal Henry spent a day dripping with thick, black, bitumen-ish glue, fastening two-inch(?) thick felt pads to every square inch of painted metal in the engine compartment, and then it took a week to get the black mess off his hands and face!

    But the effect was amazing; you could actual hear conversation inside the moving car!

    My father had the garage lengthened (..but why?!..) and carefully measured the distance from the inside wall to where the Mini’s bonnet was, and installed a fiercely bright striplight on the ceiling, so you could see what you were doing when, for instance, fiddling with the fan belt.

    I was too young to drive, but loved sitting in the Mini when Michael was out, pretending to press the floor-mounted starter, pushing on the pedals, dithering the (slack and wobbly) gearstick hither and thither, prodding the indicator lever and that little light-flashing stick, and imagining the central speedometer whooshing up to 90! (I think the farthest it actually got was about 75 in actual driving, though.)

    Michael’s Mini was bright red, it was a Morris (..not a [huh!] Austin..) and it looked so cheerful inside our garage, under the glare of the striplight, along with the tomatoes and red apples!

    (It was later swapped for a red MG Midget ..but that – as they always say – is another story..)

  5. Brings back many memories. Moved to Oxford in 1969 (studied at Oxford Polytechnic) and became very familiar with the megalith . The interesting thing about the early mini was initially it was sold with one wiper blade, the second and heater being an optional extra. The other big problem was rust, pressed steel was not treated properly in those days and the sub frames had to be repaired. I also remember driving in my brother’s circa 1965 mini with holes in the floor (natural drainage). My brother’s and my first car was a Morris Series E 1938 – our “E” type. The other memory was being picked up when hitchhiking home from Oxford by delivery drivers transporting cars. Those were the days.

  6. Loved the story and the car, I used to like the one that fit want of better word, wood station wagon. I never got the chance to own one, I got hung up on Austin Healy 100A, then Bug Eye Sprite thn regular Sprite that led to Austin Healy 3000, the car God made. Have seen some around here but as with first version finding reliable dealer a hassle. Glad you happy with new wheels.

  7. My Mini Traveller was bought in London to do the Grand Tour. I am a colonial who worked in USA and drove a perfectly good VW there for 6 years. The mini had some age related, problems. On a trial drive in UK I had to buy a short motor and change it in the streets of Glasgow. Then off to Europe.
    The drive up the coast of Norway, on dirt roads necessitated driving with one wheel on the hump in the middle of the road as the wheels were too small to clear the hump.
    In Sweden I had to stop against a parking meter as the brakes failed due to a lack of fluid in the punctured brake line.
    The best part was meeting my future wife on the Stockholm to Helsinki ferry and driving with her back to London.
    The car was sold to a family friend and was rebuilt.
    I still drive VWs.
    Cheers
    Philip

  8. How very interesting, John. A mini-auto-biography! My first two cars were Austins. One ex-WD and the A55 Cambridge was my first new car. Overdrive was an optional extra and independent front suspension a welcome piece of modernization. As was internal heating.

    The unflattering story you recall of the endless amalgamations of one-time famous names is a shameful narrative of bungling by unions, management and politicians. With sensible planning far better derivatives should have been possible. But that is all history now. I fear all future autocars will be made in Asia.

    To close the circle, did you ever retain your interest in geology, John?

    • David, my interest in geology rapidly faded away although I can still remember a little of it. However running the Australian subsidiary companies of British, German and American automotive companies over many years meant that I often found myself between a rock and a hard place.

  9. Really good to be reading you again, John. The only car I have ever had which outstretched my love for my mini saloon and mini traveller in the sixties was my 2CV – but that was, of course, a quite different tin of sardines! Nice to be brought up to date after many faithless years with other makes and models.

  10. Lovely story, John and very well told. It brings up many memories for me. I was about 9 or 10 when the Mini appeared in 1959 and I fell in love with it. Then in 1964 a man from Belfast, called Paddy Hopkirk, won the Monte Carlo Rally in a red and white Mini Cooper and I fell in love with it again. It looked just like the one your son Toby is pictured in above, except that it had a spotlight on the roof. My 14 year old self thought that was the coolest thing on the planet back then. About 5 years ago I met Paddy Hopkirk as he was opening a vintage and classic car show here in Dublin. In my mid 60s, I sheepishly asked him for his autograph and told him that I was a big fan of his when I was a boy. He told me that I was still only a boy. I have just checked and I find that Mr Hopkirk will be 88 next month. I am staggered by that as he looked anything but the 82 or 83 he was when I met him. He was warmly greeted by one and all at the show here in Dublin.

    In the late 1960s when I was about 18 or 19 only one of my circle of friends had a car, a grey Mini. I knew how to drive, but I had never taken any lessons nor did I have any license or insurance. One night when we were heading out of Dublin on the main road going South, to where I lived, my friend pulled in at the side of the road and got out of the driver’s seat and insisted that I drive the rest of the way to my parents’ house which was on top of a large suburban hill. This I did without blinking with all the impetuosity of youth. You will be disappointed to hear that my own first car purchased in my mid 20s was not a Mini, but its Italian rival the Fiat 127. While not hugely reliable (remember Fix It Again Tomorrow) it was the best handling car I have ever owned. The Pope, who you mentioned, could nearly drive it around the interior of St Peters in Rome without hitting anything.

    That new BMW Mini of yours looks splendid, but it might be slightly too small for what I need. I am postponing purchasing another new car until I see what way the power issues go. My existing diesel Audi estate is 5 years old next month and has less than 21,000 kms on the clock. There is no clear guidance here or anywhere else about what is the right thing to do. Mike, who is a much better early adopter than I am, has made his choice with the Tesla and I will be watching to see how he gets on with his new purchase.

    William

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