Personally, the Mini has always been a moving target for me. Back in the day, the Cooper S was the one that made my teenage heart rev a little higher; the attainable dream once the bank balance and the universe decided to cooperate. Then came the John Cooper Works, the angrier sibling with a glint in its headlights and a punch that could rattle your fillings. Like every great love story, though, timing was cruel. The funds never lined up, and the dream stayed parked in my head.
Fast-forward fifteen years, and here I am, standing in the pit lane of the Buddh International Circuit, face to face with the most powerful Mini ever to set tyre on Indian soil. Déjà vu with a turbocharger.