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

Monday, April 30, 2007

DeLorean Comes Out To Play

The DeLorean looks totally chopped compared to my sister's Taurus.

Inside my brain a rambunctious child constantly knocks on my brain's squishy "play" door. It happens in the morning, the afternoon and very, very late at night. When I ignore my inner child, he fires a shot of adrenaline through my veins. Sometimes this happens at 1:17 a.m.

Sometimes I hate him.

But, when I'm not trying sleep, I really like the little guy. He always has good ideas that involve bananas, mountain bikes, video games, or cars. For the past few weeks he's been wanting to play with the latter. In order to appease him, I pulled the DeLorean out of storage on the weekend.

First came the tire check. The driver's front dropped to 19 psi, which, combined with the sportiness of no power steering, creates issues my puny stick-arms can’t deal with.

Next came the gasoline installation. As indicated by the owner’s manual, only 91 octane will suffice, which is odd considering the low 8.8:1 compression ratio. Ten dollars later I had a sixteenth of a tank, and enough to get her running.

Once the battery was charged I cranked her over and listened to the beautiful sound of backfiring echoing in the garage. I watched for 10 minutes while the dual exhaust belched out unhealthy amounts of black, probably carcinogenic-but maybe-not-am-I-really-going-to-take-the-chance smoke.

When it cleared Suz and I jumped in and took her for a spin up to my parents for dinner. It was the first time this year that I truly felt summer was here, and it was time to play.

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Blogger Leo said...

Your parents weren't really young were they?

6:29:00 PM

Blogger Ms. Creek said...

ahhh....spring has sprung when the DeLorean comes out to play!

11:42:00 PM

Blogger patti_cake said...

Nothing like playing in a fast car! ~Zoom~Zoom~!!!

Bwaa haa at puny stick-arms

8:12:00 AM

Blogger ZoeyBella said...

91 octane? I thought it ran on Plutonium. Or at least recycled garbage if you have the 2015 converted model.

10:23:00 AM

Blogger Martini said...

You know what Zoeybella? You're absolutely right - and now it's time to add you to my sidebar.

10:30:00 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I want to see you race it against that pimpin taurus there

1:52:00 PM

Blogger K said...

I love how we all have things that officially bring about summer. I hope you pumped the music real loud on the ride :P

6:52:00 PM

Blogger Martini said...

Of course K - Only Huey Lewis would do!

7:24:00 PM

Blogger SJ said...

Inner children are the best playmates ever.

12:24:00 AM

Blogger Rainypete said...

You have a small child inside you?? Be careful with that. My wife had that problem twice and now they've escaped and are running amok in the house creating mess and chaos wherever they get to (I'm so proud).

So in starting up the heavy as all get out stainless steel behemoth you consumed as much fuel as your hybrid does in a week right? I can imagine anyone who takes a car like that out to play often enough would really be feeling the pinch at the pumps.

11:37:00 AM

Blogger Martini said...

What are you saying Pete? Should I see my doctor? Should I be buying a crib? This is kinda scary.

If the D was running correctly she'd be getting a decent 26 mpg. But right now it's more like 3 mpg. Time for the Mr. Fusion conversion.

12:15:00 PM

Blogger Rainypete said...

Let me know when you've got it. I've got a green bin full of "fuel" I can bring over!!

7:45:00 AM

Blogger ZoeyBella said...

Why thank you kindly for the add. You have been added as well.

Sorry... can't think of a smart-assed way to end this comment.

2:30:00 AM


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