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We fell out of love but I’ll stick with my Mini Marcos to the bitter end

by Matt Master
3 May 2022 5 min read
We fell out of love but I’ll stick with my Mini Marcos to the bitter end
Photos: Matt Master

There are days when the decision to blind buy a barn find still haunts me. When, in what might be interpreted loosely as moments of clarity, I wonder why someone whose mechanical skills stretch barely as far as changing a tyre decided that rebuilding an obscure and neglected 50-year old British sports car was a good idea. For months that quietly became years, that car has been a monkey on my back, languishing out of sight yet never quite out of mind. But I’ve recently come to accept this stagnant status quo, to positively embrace it. I’m never going to finish restoring my classic car, and that’s absolutely fine.

The car in question is a Mini Marcos, a tiny and sinfully ugly fastback coupé using Austin Mini running gear and subframes bolted to a fibreglass monocoque. These cars made a name for themselves in the mid-1960s as affordable club racers, giant killers in the right hands, whose lightness and handling made up for the extremely modest output of their A-Series engines. Mine, however, was a later model, built by the decidedly unglamorous-sounding subcontractor D and H Fibreglass Techniques and mated to the underpinnings of a 998cc 1973 Mini Clubman. What little other history there is suggests it had been used in regulation rallies for a few years before being abandoned to a shed for the best part of two decades. A harbinger of life to come, as it happens.

Mini Marcos badge

Part of the joy, perhaps most of the joy if we’re honest with ourselves, of classic car ownership lies in the initial search. Settling on the ‘right car’ for you, spending countless hours trawling classified ads, watching online auctions, index finger poised to bid, before changing your mind entirely and latching onto something completely different. Rinse and repeat. The problems only arise when you start to take your whims too seriously. When an initial enquiry leads to a series of increasingly earnest emails, worse still an actual phone call, and before you know it a car you have only ever seen in grainy low-res images is on a flatbed, en route to your house, life savings consequentially dented. This happens to everyone, right?

Restoring a Mini Marcos

It would be convenient to offload at least some of the blame onto Covid, the get-out clause for all manner of purchases, projects and fool’s errands over the last two years. But the truth is I’d been window shopping for months, if not years, before the pandemic arrived to absolve all car enthusiasts of responsibility for their impulses. Besides, the Mini Marcos (even the name isn’t a good one) actually arrived in February 2020, a good month before the first lockdown. That timing, as it turned out, would be exemplary, preceding a rare window of enforced downtime along with the equally precious energy and enthusiasm that reliably accompanies the arrival of any new toy.

Deposited without ceremony on the driveway, my first task was to get the car stowed away in the garage so I could begin the complex journey through denial, remorse and acceptance to more denial. The previous owner assured me the car would start and it did, on the button. But driving it into the garage was still going to be difficult. At 6 foot 2, I exceeded the maximum allowable driver height by a good six inches and was forced to sit with my head sandwiched painfully between roof and right shoulder, the world now turned through 90 degrees. But it was running, so a pre-storage test drive seemed essential.

Amid the disorientation and discomfort, a quick loop of the village revealed that this was by some margin the slowest car I had ever driven, despite a kerb weight in the region of 600kg. With no air filter on its ancient single SU carburettor and an apparent absence of any sound deadening, it was also the noisiest. A neighbour’s child turned excitedly as I approached before bursting into tears right there on the pavement. Whether this was due to the noise or styling I will never know but either way we were on the same page. Back home, it was easier to get out and physically manhandle the car into the garage than attempt to reverse it in. Once installed, the lights could go off, the doors be bolted shut and the partnership between owner and ‘project’ start in earnest.

Restoring a Mini Marcos

What followed, much like a sexual relationship I suppose, was an initial flurry of excited activity followed by a tempering that preceded a lengthy period of inertia. I took out the Mini donor’s seats in order to replace them with something that might afford me headroom. Gone soon after was the carpet, motheaten and manky. A frenzy of online purchasing saw new wheels and tyres acquired (prematurely I grant you) followed by an adjustable suspension kit to replace the Mini’s original aluminium cone design. Visions were had, plans were made, road trips plotted, imaginary hillclimbs conquered. The high point came when I applied large, off-white roundels to both doors and bonnet, hinting at the illustrious racing provenance of a car I could not get to exceed 20mph with the throttle pedal buried into the bulkhead.

At some point during the first or second lockdown of 2020, things got rather more real with the stripping of the front suspension. This involved the purchase of grown-up things like axle stands and trolley jacks, and the realisation that metric socket sets and imperial nuts do not make happy bedfellows. Grease was everywhere, so too rust, and the process of removing one before the other became a daily, dispiriting chore. Soon, what had at best only resembled a car now looked like nothing of the sort. The floor was covered with cans of WD40 and blackened tissue paper, useless spanners and rounded bolts. Blood had been spilt and sweat sweated; the love affair was over, the real relationship only just begun.

Mini Marcos interior

Over two years since it started, we’re still together. But we don’t see each other much. We lead separate lives by and large, and it works for both of us. I no longer spend time I don’t have nor money I have even less of on a fantasy that doesn’t need realising to be fulfilling. For the car’s part, it remains a winner in my mind’s eye, as viable and desirable a project as it was pre-purchase, a glorious and ambitious ‘what if?’ for the sunnier days of my imagination.

Yes, there are still fleeting moments when I wonder what on earth possessed me to spend thousands of pounds on a half-tonne of plastic, old oil and iron oxide, especially now that it is worth substantially less than when it arrived. But on balance, I don’t regret it. The Mini Marcos would be the sole possession I saved from a fire, if only it could move and hadn’t, in all likelihood, started the fire in the first place. There is something occasionally but deeply comforting about just knowing it is there. That one day I will go back to it. That a challenge awaits me, a distraction from the day-to-day if only time allowed. And perhaps somewhere therein lies the nub of classic car ownership; the subconscious reassurance that whatever you’ve started will never really be finished. Because then what? When my father died a few years ago I dragged two unfinished cars out of the space the Mini Marcos now occupies. Far better, I swear, to be outlived by your passions.

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Comments

  • Jonny Pollard says:

    Great article Matt, I know where you’re coming from. At least you have a decent sized garage! Don’t despair, you absolutely must press on – taking just a little bit at a time. It’s surprising when you see the sum total of all those little bits finally coming together, sooner than you think. Have you joined the Marcos Owners Club? Forums are indespensible when you need advice. Fibreglass body… no tin worm then. Best of luck!

  • Fred Wheeler says:

    You can win this battle. Like any relationship it takes lots of effort and hard work. Or wait until old age creeps up on you, get a family member to say you are not able to finish your pride and joy then get Tim and Fuzz from Car SOS to complete it. Sorted 👍

  • Richard says:

    Having got nine cars of my own ( six on the road) bitter experience has taught me , if you know in your heart of hearts ie your head that a resto is beyond your skills then fes up and move it on, auction it or stick it on eBay, once it’s gone you will after a day or two never regret it, a weight will be lifted , and someone else can enjoy the challenge. Its a no brainer really!.

  • mike appleyard says:

    Know how you feel by doing it myself, so keep your spirits up by finishing little bits ‘properly’ e.g. boot, electrics etc so that you can see what it will be like when they are all done. nil desperandum.
    Mike – old Elan owner

  • roger portman says:

    One job at a time no matter how small will give you a feeling of progress.
    Compartmentalise each item that needs fixing. Don’t look at the whole project as this can overwhelm you.
    That way you will get there in the end & be proud of what you have done.

  • L Kearney says:

    Roger, I think that’s the best way to look at it. Like climbing a mountain (to paraphrase a famous climber whose name escapes me), don’t look at the summit, treat each footstep as one step closer to the top.

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