Nevertheless, the estate version of the Clubman holds some great memories for me. Somehow, myself and three mates managed to cram ourselves and all our gear into the little car for a weeks camping in Cornwall towards the end of the 1970's. The intention was to tour the county for the week, but as it turned out we spent one night in Bude then made our way down to Newquay where we bumped into some very nice young ladies and spent the rest of the week.
It was a great holiday and the Clubman didn't miss a beat - even managing to transport nine of us back from the pub one evening. Of course, this was in the days before compulsory seat belts and where cramming as many people as you could into a car, if not necessarily legal, wasn't a particularly high priority for the police.
Even though I hadn't actually passed my test at this time, I took my share of shifts at the wheel. The truth is that the Mini wasn't the most comfortable long distance tourer even for the driver - but even so it coped with all we threw at it during that week.
I don't know if young lads do that sort of thing now. I suppose it's more likely that they'll go backpacking in Thailand than camping in Newquay, but if they do then I doubt they'll have more fun than we did in Cornwall with that little Mini. It may not have been pretty - but it was pretty good fun.