My car was sold off the lot of Manotick Motors to a Colonel in the Canadian Forces from the village of Kars. He bought it for his daughter who drove it for a few years until she almost got t-boned. She didn't want to drive it anymore and gave it back to her father who stored it in his barn (apparently along with several other 60s/70s vehicles including a Land Rover) for the next 20 years.
He did drive it for a summer or two - but after that, most of the miles put on it were from the annual Kars Parade. He had an oversized wind-up key that he would attach to the roof and it was a big hit with the crowd. But it sat for a few years in the barn, at least, before the next owner offered to buy it in 2004. I don't know how he found it in the barn, but Mark (2nd owner) told me the sale was a little bizarre.
The Colonel and his wife had become very reclusive as they grew older and were not comfortable with anyone visiting their farmhouse. When Mark arrived to view the Mini he was asked to avert his eyes away from the house and keep them pointed in the direction of the barn as they crossed the yard - the Colonel and his wife followed behind. It wasn't until the Colonel's wife retreated back to the house that the Colonel allowed Mark to relax, explaining his wife was very nervous about strangers.
Thankfully, all went fine after this and Mark bought the car without further overtones of axe-murder horror movies:
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