Originally intended to document my experience of DeLorean ownership, focus is often radical and strange, boring and obtuse.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

The Stealth DeLorean

Washed with 'Hi-Lite' stainless steel spray cleaner

Sitting almost 5 inches lower and 6 inches wider than a 2005 Corvette, you would think my DeLorean would get noticed. You'd be surprised.

Some people notice it right away. Others don't.

The people who notice are amusing. They suddenly stop paying attention to the road. They point. They wave. They grab their girlfriend by the head and crank her neck in the appropriate direction to get a glimpse of the stainless steel wonder. After I pass, they're off to the hospital.

There are also screamers. Like the cyclist who nearly fell off his bike. After a quick double-take, he slammed on his brakes, pulled a 180, and rode right back yelling "HOLY SH*T, it's a DeLorean! Holy sh*t! I can't believe it! You've got a DeLorean! Holy sh*t! HOLY SH*T! There's a DeLorean in front of me!" After a brief conversation about the car, he asked us to do him just one favour: Open the doors. We did, to his immeasurable joy.

Then there are the select few who are clueless. Like the gas station attendant the other evening. I pulled up in front of the station window, beside another patron, and began pumping gas. We both went inside to pay. We talked about the car. He asked me what year it was. "1981" I answered. We talked some more. He signed his receipt, said goodbye, and left.

Now it was time for the attendant to shine. "So, what kind of car is that?" I told him it was a DeLorean. His reply was priceless, "I wasn't born yet, so I dunno what that is." Well, I wasn't born in 1908, but I still know what a Model T Ford is.

Despite being in 3 blockbuster movies, despite being made of gorgeous stainless steel, despite the gullwing doors and ultra-low stance, there are still people who have no idea. And sometimes that's nice -- to stealthfully slip through an intersection unnoticed, not having to stop and answer dozens of questions, to which, incidentally, I have all the answers.

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Blogger Dusty said...

hahaha I need to go out with you and see these reactions first hand. AWESOME!!

2:50:00 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I still want a ride...

and a trip in the car too..

3:09:00 PM

Blogger Megan said...

what happens when you crank it up to 88 miles per hour??

3:46:00 PM

Blogger Martini said...

Megan - I go back in time to 1955, before I was born, and I therefore instantly die. It sucks.

11:47:00 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sweet wheels man. But parts must be a bitch to buy. Probaly expensive huh?

3:42:00 PM

Blogger honkeie2 said...

I know this is an old ass post but that car got me.....I would be one of the screamers....what kinda engine do u have in that beautiful machine?

1:04:00 PM


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