Warp back to the early nineties, and you’ll come to an era when small cars were anything but fun. They were literally at the bottom of the automotive food chain—nothing more than just a box on wheels, serving as a college dude’s first ride. They were cramped, crashy, poorly built and austere—in bare metal sort of way. But, they were cheap to buy and more importantly, cheaper to maintain. It can cross the Sahara Desert in a single tank of petrol and their spark plugs were as cheap as buying cotton buds at a corner drug store. And that’s what Mr. College cared about. Forget Lamborghinis, Ferraris and Porsches, they’re just bedroom poster material. During a time when he’s balancing grades as much as his accounts, cheap is important and everything else was second. That was until the rise of the funky super mini.