It’s weird the things they do to car shapes. At one time in the 90s my company wanted us to use pool cars rather than pay us expenses for driving to meetings in our own cars, so I drove a few different models. There were some where my head was practically touching the windscreen. It felt really unsafe. My old mini, that I bought from my mother, was great. It was comfortable for me, at 5’ 2” and for my brother, at 6’ 3”.

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