I was 17 and it was black, wide … and had a multitude of spoilers. We spelled its name out slowly, almost reverentially: Bee-Em-Double-You Three-Two-Three-i.
What a beast – guys, we're talking about 1983 here - what a car: a straight six with 143 horses under the bonnet, rear axle with such a negative camber, three-piece split alloys from BBS and, in the centre console, the real highlight: the Clarion G80 – a hi-fi system for the car!!!
The 3 Series belonged to our handball trainer. If there was an away game coming up, there was real competition between us youth-league players as to who was going to be allowed to travel in the car with the coach. Three cheers for the person who invented the concept of "first one to sit in the front without arguing – there and back!".
Ok, our trainer's taste in music didn't quite match his wheels. He was rather too fond of happy-go-lucky pop music and the charts for our liking, so the LEDs on the equaliser hardly got to flicker at all. Nevertheless, along with "Sunshine Reggae" (Laid Back), "Do you really want to hurt me" (Culture Club) and – particularly bad, this one - "Juliet" (Robin Gibb), there was one genuine pearl lurking on the BASF 60 cassette "For my Sweetie - Mix III": "Driver's Seat" by Sniff 'n' the Tears.