posted by: leezielee | 06/22/2009 12:34 am
awesome write up!

posted by: fantoc | 06/02/2009 09:07 am
sclerato ma non troppo. non volevo partire, a causa della mia disblità, non volevo che la gente mi vedesse muovermi col deambulatrore. MA MI AVEVANO REGALATO UNA MINI dovevo farte qualcosa.Non avevo rinnovato la patente dal 99 ma l idea di partire ora mi aveva solleticato la mente.dovevo fare l ultima flebo della terapia ma forse valeva la pena prendere partire e fare qualcosa per se stesso
Era dal 2001 da quando mi era stata diagnosticata la sclerosi che vivevo in un limbo ma la mini mi dava la forza di agire di darmi una scossa .Decido di partire per la calabria.IL MARE FANTASTICO dopo 1000km fermo la macchina vedo il mare e mi butto in acqua .un freddo pervade le mie gambe ed in mare riesco a muovermi come se non avessi nulla una pace ed una libertà infinita grazie mini se non avessi avuto te sarei rimasto nell ignavia

posted by: MINI Space Team | 05/29/2009 08:07 am
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posted by: urbanolli | 05/29/2009 05:43 am
Friday evening, 19:00. Outside a warm summer evening and I am sitting here in one of those needless meetings. If only the weekend would start right away.Finally it is over and I can leave the office. On the way to my exclusive new MINI Cooper S Clubman I feel my feet begin to walk faster. I almost rip the tie off my shirt and hop into the driver’s seat. A sporting shudder of the engine and a throaty ‘hello’ tell me what we have in mind today. The traffic is quite heavy but thanks to the punchy engine and the go-kart like handling of my MINI I can leave behind town in no time. At home, I complement the dream team with my beloved and the Airstream trailer. We follow the rocky coastline for a while, almost floating towards our destination. My MINI’s premium audio system plays the latest Jack Johnson album and we are so relaxed already. This could go on forever. But I set the indicator towards the cliffs. A quick glance to my girl friend and I see her expecting smile. She changes the music to the driving rhythms of Pink and leans back. I am getting excited and hit the gas …“And we need it on time!” I hear, pulled back to reality by the shrill voice of the project leader. “Sure” I say with an obviously irritating smile and head to the underground parking , with adrenaline beginning to circulate in my veins...

posted by: arkivio | 05/29/2009 05:32 am
Meta senza nome
Una lingua di asfalto non più nero taglia il paesaggio. Sembra che questa terra color fuoco voglia riprendersi ciò che è suo. La assecondo e libero la mente da confini segnati da sporadici guardrail. Ora io, aggrappato al volante della mia Mini naufrago tra onde di polvere, e dietro il guscio argenteo dell'Airstream ammicca dal finestrino e sembra d'accordo con me, mentre il sole ne disegna il profilo con lampi di luce.
La radio pretende di farti compagnia. La spengo...il suono delle ruote sul terreno è il miglior rock da viaggio.
finalmente la linea color fuoco all'orizzonte cambia colore, appare con un contrasto che mi strappa un sorriso una linea blu...ed io riconosco la mia meta...la riconosco anche se non ci sono stato mai. Perchè sò chi troverò laggiù: onde non più di polvere e profumi e stelle di cui diventare ospite e amico.

posted by: Nadia_Scheffer | 05/29/2009 03:12 am
"Are we there yet?" I groaned as we passed yet another lone ranger dilapidated tree. The road was dead flat ahead, it had been for miles. Stretching to the sides the landscape reached the horison with nothing but grass and a tree once in a while to break the monotony. “I told you this part is the boring bit and then it gets real good, just relax and enjoy the ride,” Elliot said reassuringly. “Well, it better be! My bum’s sore and I’m tired,” I retorted grumpily. On the radio a song started playing ‘I heard they build I road down in the dessert that goes on and on for miles and miles...’ Elliot turned to look at me and we both burst out laughing, very appropriate. I was still laughing as I looked up. All of a sudden the flatness was gone, the most beautiful scene I’ve ever seen replaced it. The mountains looming up next to me looked like someone had started to play with clay and finishing off had dumped it on earth, their finger imprints still lingering. “Wow...” was all I could get out. “Told you it was going to be amazing,” Elliot said smiling. We turned off the main road and starting winding our way up the mountain. As we stopped at the caravan park on top we were just in time for sunset. The mountains in the distance were topped with layers of red-pink clouds as the sun slipped past. This was pure perfection.

posted by: Nadia_Scheffer | 05/29/2009 03:11 am
I knew it was out there - one of the most beautiful cities ever. We had sneaked in with our caravan, parking it right in the middle of the waterfront. As I woke up I stole a peak outside. Looming up behind the boats in the harbour was the formidable mountain, its flat top layered with a cloudy tablecloth.
"Oi, what are you doing in here!" the moment was broken by a very upset security guard marching towards our caravan. "Ladies, I think our alarm just went off!" I hollered to my friends. I jumped out , ran to the jeep door and started the engine. I managed to steer us out of the waterfront without getting caught and soon we were cruising towards the city centre. Stopping at a robot Melanie shouted directions at me, "turn right into Long street, we can find some breakfast there!" Turning off the main road I was met by a backpackers paradise. Along the road was quaint shops selling all kinds of touristy memorabilia. In between these were little restaurants and coffee shops. I looked down and realised I was still in my pyjamas! I located an open parking lot between the buildings and pulled in. Climbing in the other ladies high fived me for manoeuvring us out of the waterfront without getting caught. “Sheez, felt like we were in a moving being chased by the cops!” Claire exclaimed and we all giggled at the ordeal. “Never a dull moment,” I replied smiling.

posted by: Pablo Guisa Koesting | 05/29/2009 02:56 am
¡¡¡¡C R A S H I N G!!!!!...mi cuerpo sale expulsado por el parabrisas de mi Black Clubman, todo sucede en cámara lenta, extremaaaadaaaaameeente lenta, un trailer me ha impactado mientras recorro las playas de Oaxaca, México. Ahora me encuentro suspendido en el aire, sobre el cofre negro brillante, mi reflejo es perfecto, no puedo evitar mirarme y recordar a velocidad luz todas las playas que he visitado… mis recuerdos son interrumpidos por una luz muy intensa que aparece en el final de lo que creo es un túnel. Reacciono y observo cómo el Airstream impactado por el trailer comienza a compactar el auto, he sobrepasado el cofre, todo sigue muy lento… debo estar girando pues ahora veo palmeras, no sé si es la mariguana que fumé; disfruto mucho hacerme un cigarro y fumarlo antes de manejar por las costas después de mi sesión de buceo… o que en verdad estoy muriendo…mmm, definitivamente es un túnel… floto cerca del piso, de nuevo miro mi coche, está a la mitad de tamaño, hay cristales por todas partes que también flotan junto a mí, me recuerdan los cardúmenes de peces debajo del agua, así como el trailer me recuerda mis buceos con el tiburón ballena al norte del país, toco el piso, el tiempo se acelera, el túnel se acerca. De pronto, todo es negro, sólo espero que sea la mariguana y pueda pronto volver a tomar el volante y manejar a mi siguiente lugar de buceo, en los cenotes de Yucatán.

posted by: majo | 05/29/2009 01:20 am
NOTE: There is a mistake at the end of my story... the ending sentence should be: "I continue my way in my Clubman in look for a spot to hide from the sunrise."

posted by: barreiro | 05/28/2009 08:27 pm
Making love outdoors is one of the best experiences I’ve had in my life. Now, after having made love to my girl in Juan Les Pins, a small beach south of France, she and I are waiting for the next sunset to capture with our camera. Sitting under a blue sky contrasting the orange clouds, we realize how much peace our hobby brings to our lives. The ritual starts when we take the steering wheel of our Clubman, followed by the Airstream camper trailer, and we drive looking for the next spot to set the camera. I find myself waiting for the sun to set when we suddenly find ourselves between kissing, caressing and orgasms. People have come to know us as the sunset hunter lovers, all because we wait for the precise moment of the sun to be photographed… The challenge of overcoming these moments turns distressing, you know? I then start to wonder that, maybe at night, in our Airstream’s bed, making love to keep warm immerse in a foggy atmosphere next to a southern French vineyard, the experience could repeat itself… surely at a different beautiful setting. For now, I’m just watching my girl play with her hand in the wind, surrounded by the sound of relaxing music. My camera and I are waiting for more magical sunsets to capture.. and we continue our way to the West.