inkblort 86"I had my own BMW when I was your age you know," Dad boasts as I drive crookedly out of our garage."An old one that didn't work?" I ask with a grin.He grins back. "It worked fine. It even had a steering wheel.""Ooh.""Just drive, punk," Dad laughs. "I'm saying I have a lot of experience. I could be a good teacher."We start a crawl around the neighbourhood. I had to wait till the summer for this first drive. Dad keeps a Batman-shaped thermometer hanging off the rear-view mirror, and he said if it's under 29 Celsius, I'm not allowed to use the car."You're a girl, right?" he asks."Yes, Dad."He cradles the Batman thermometer in his