The Issigonis Effect: Mini Cooper, MG 1100, and Austin miniMetro
More than anything, the third-generation "new" Mini being introduced by BMW is meant to pay tribute to one car, the first-generation "old" Mini, the fantabulous original of 1959 that soldiered on—fluffed, smogged, and lightly buffed but largely unchanged—for forty-one years. This, in turn, makes the newest Mini yet another homage to the memory of one man, the father of the genre-defining mini-machine, Alexander Arnold Constantine Issigonis.
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Ongoing, even perpetual, celebration of "Alec" Issigonis is fitting in our view, if ironic. Although he changed small-car design forever and was 100 percent central to the Mini's existence, Issigonis was pushed aside by the company that built his iconic machine not so long after he'd invented it, his trap-door demotion coming in 1968. Also, were he alive today, it's fairly certain that Issigonis, the minimalist's minimalist, would disapprove of the new car. The outspoken engineer loved his cars small and unadorned, and today's Mini is neither. Truth is, if Issigonis hadn't shut up (he died in 1988), they'd have had to shut him up.
Exiled from the Greek (now Turkish) city of Smyrna when Atatürk's army invaded in 1922, Issigonis fled with his mother to Britain as a teenager. Although he would rise to a high place, becoming a Commander of the Order of the British Empire, roundly decorated by the Royal Society, Sir Alec knew what he wanted in his life (although his homosexuality went publicly unacknowledged). While he hoped, like Henry Ford, to move the working man ahead in the realm of creature comfort, Issigonis remained deeply, cantankerously spartan at heart; excess automotive size, weight, and frippery irritated the hell out of him. Strident asceticism would put him at loggerheads with marketing men, for on that point he was unapologetic. On the other hand, engineering complication in the search for simplicity didn't scare him, either—but it troubled cost accountants. Thus, his key insights and greatest weaknesses as a corporate soldier were curiously intertwined.
Issigonis began training as a mechanical engineer in England with Humber in the 1930s, moving to Morris and then Alvis before returning in 1955 to the British Motor Corporation, which then owned Morris. It will be hard for many to believe today, but Britain was the world's second-biggest motor-manufacturing nation through the 1950s and into the 1960s. BMC, which represented the 1952 merger between William Morris's Nuffield Organization and the late Herbert Austin's eponymously named firm, was one of the largest car companies in the world. One reason was the Morris Minor, an excellent small car in its day (1948-1971) and a commercial home run, successful around the world; Issigonis had laid it out during his first stint at Morris.
At the behest of Leonard Lord, the Austin chairman ascendant in the postmerger reorganization, Issigonis was summoned back to BMC and quickly tasked. Horrified by the incursions of German and Italian microcars in the days following the 1956 Suez Crisis and the resultant fuel shortages, Lord challenged his new chief engineer to come up with a competitor. "God damn these bloody awful bubble cars," the celebrated British motoring writer L. J. K. Setright quoted Lord as instructing Issigonis. "We must drive them out of the streets by designing a proper miniature car."
Following on from his work on the clever but conventional rear-wheel-drive Minor, Issigonis had long pondered the space-utilization advantages of front-wheel drive and quickly delivered an advanced concept—notwithstanding that in 1957 and 1958, the period of the Mini's gestation, the computer was still an oddity and the slide rule the primary tool of the engineer's trade. With a team of eight at Austin headquarters in Longbridge, England, Issigonis and his freehand drawings guided the building of running prototypes in a scant seven months. In double time, he'd worked out the particulars of a small, two-box car whose engine was turned sideways and placed above its transmission (with which, fatefully, it shared lubrication). Wheels, small and cleverly suspended by rubber (and later fluid), would be pushed to the corners.
The rest of the story is the stuff of lore. Even though it would rarely earn its makers much—if any—money, the Mini would become a classless cultural icon and prove to be so popular that its amazing voyage as a salable commodity comprised four full decades with ports of call in two others. A work of packaging genius, it allowed a remarkable 80 percent of its tiny footprint (ten feet) to be devoted to passengers and their things. With out-of-the-box thinking about what happens inside the box, the Mini established principles of vehicle architecture that inform car design today.
That first car also suggested the layout of several Mini variants (wagon, pickup, van, and beach buggy), plus many larger corporate relations and a host of imitators. Leaving service in 2000, it spawned BMW's first Mini tribute of 2001, the opening salvo in what has been a committed effort to grow a more encompassing brand out of the most admired name in very small cars.
Few Americans will know, but from Issigonis's fertile brow also sprang a larger car called the Maxi as well as an intermediate model—known internally as ADO16 and sold under various nameplates—that would often outsell the Mini, making it Issigonis's third greatest hit after Minor and Mini. Both Maxi and ADO16 would follow on from the basic principles laid down with the Mini, as would LC8 (a.k.a. the miniMetro), the petite 1981 concoction meant to be its replacement. In a further forward-thinking touch that ought to have turned out better for BMC than it did, the disparate cars even shared major componentry.
Ultimately, other manufacturers would learn to profit from these advanced design strategies where BMC failed, the cost and the complexity of its new cars for many years helping to drag the company—troubled in many other ways, it's only fair to note—down. What is it they say about why you want to be second to the market with new technology? Thanks to Alec Issigonis, BMC was there first, and to celebrate his achievements, we arranged to drive three examples of the great man's thinking. Although we couldn't lay our hands on a Maxi, our exploration of what we call the Issigonis Effect was made easier by the fact that I actually own two other examples of his oeuvre.
2000 Mini Cooper
First up, the original. Flatbedded our way from the corporate collection came what BMW terms a "Classic Mini." For some reason, that conjured in our minds a 1959 Austin Se7en or Morris Mini-Minor, as they were also first known. But what showed up from the company's New Jersey headquarters was a luxed-up 2000 Classic Cooper edition, one of the very last old-style Minis built. Roll-up windows and a full-width dashboard meant it lacked the early cars' solitary, centrally mounted speedometer pod, sliding door glass, and capacious door bins, of which Issigonis was particularly proud. It also came with twelve-inch wheels, huge next to the ten-inchers that graced earlier cars, plus—gack!—an airbag, a radio/cassette player, and air-conditioning, all obviously nonoptions in the car's formative years. Here was a Mini that would set Issigonis spinning in his grave—at least until he saw one of the 2015s.
Along with the original's microscopic dimensions, even final editions of the ur-Mini had bolt-upright seating and steering wheels canted as if for bus drivers. Issigonis liked to quip that he intended to ensure that drivers remained alert at all times. And, like its predecessors, the last old Mini was plenty fun to drive. Thanks to a wide track and a relatively long wheelbase, as well as a low center of gravity and a clever suspension, the Mini would deliver, its inventor posited, 70 percent more roadholding than conventional small cars of its era. In time, such tenacious grip would lead to the Mini's many competition successes (Monte Carlo Rally overall victories in 1964, '65, and '67, for instance) and a general reputation for cornering prowess, as well no doubt as an accident or two borne of overexuberance.









