We turn up early so my dad can show us his new toy. It’s parked outside, diminutive, battleship grey. Even I am slightly surprised by the red scorpion decal on the bonnet.
Near the motorway, he presses a button on the dashboard, marked "SPORT". The vehicle approaches warp speed.
Later, Kelly describes it as like being on a fairground ride, only more dangerous.
"Why did you buy such a fast car?" I ask. He beams. I somehow know his answer before he says it.
"You should see the looks on the spotty boy racers’ faces when the lights turn green."
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