The new car doesn't have a square front, but it does have the 'sidewinder' stripes above the sills in the style first seen on the Ford GT40. And it is somehow true to the original 1275 GT in seeming to be a hot little car but actually having a low-power engine under the bonnet. It looks like a John Cooper Works, with all the spoilers and sportification, but has under half the power, 102bhp against 231.
Its engine is the most minimal of new-Mini petrol engines, with three cylinders totaling 1,198cc. Actually, it's a sweet, punchy engine which makes a fair fist of hauling the 1,165kg that even a car called Mini now weighs, so its power-to-weight ratio is 88bhp per tonne. For better authenticity, given the new editions' name, it should have had the current Mini Cooper's 1,499cc engine, but instead, the name relates to the number of examples that will be made.
Obviously, the 1275 GT had a 1,275cc engine. It delivered just 59bhp, a feeble effort given that the contemporary Cooper S extracted 71bhp from the same capacity. But the Cooper S didn't last long after the Mini range lost its Austin and Morris badging and became, from late 1969 with the launch of the MkIII generation (hidden door hinges, wind-up windows), a marque in its own right. British Leyland boss Donald Stokes famously terminated the agreement to use the Cooper name, regarding it as a waste of money, so that was the end of the Mini-Cooper (hyphenated back then).
You'd think the 1275 GT, billed as the new sporty Mini with its stripes, its rev-counter and, originally, its miniature Rostyle wheels, would have been given the twin-carb Cooper S engine, but no. Its power advantage over the regular 998cc Clubman's 40bhp was deemed sufficient, and given that the 1275 GT weighed just 675kg, 59bhp still gave a fair power-to-weight ratio of 87bhp per tonne. That's practically the same as its modern semi-namesake's, notwithstanding the inconvenient truth of the need to add the weight of the occupants.
As with all 'classic' Minis, the 1275 GT has a strong body of fans today. Despite its ultimately lazy engine, it's good fun to drive, with lots of torque at low revs and a burbly exhaust note. The first example I knew was a red H-plater, which belonged to a fellow student at Sussex University in the early 1970s called Judy O'Nians. She favored floppy hats and was a keen member of the university's motor club, as of course was I. For the club rallies, obviously.
I came across another, in yellow, at the garage where I had a holiday job as a mechanic. It was in for a crash repair to its nose, the impact enough to have bent the front subframe. The garage billed the insurance company for a new subframe and all the attendant labour, but actually cut out the bent part, folded up a new piece from sheet steel and welded it in, leaving the engine and suspension entirely undisturbed. It was a neat job and no-one was any the wiser. That's how the motor trade worked, I was assured.