Sunday Car Show
In a bit of a contrast to the bonehead I met at the gas station not long ago, the people I met at the Oldies 1150 car show were ultra-nice, super-friendly, but most importantly, offered no ridiculous ideas to make my DeLorean look better.
Suz and I had packed up a picnic and rode our bikes down to the Pier when we happened upon the car show which had already started. I immediately turned around and pedalled home as fast as I could to get my car.
Fifteen minutes later, we were parked on the dusty grass among some of the nicest and dustiest classics I've seen in a while.
When a trio of our friends showed up to keep Suz company, I had time to listen to such amusing comments like "this thing must be worth, like, $250,000!" and answer some questions. I'm happy to say that nobody asked anything stupid, like "is John DeLorean still in prison?" I just don't know how to answer that without insulting the Corky who asked it.
I was very excited to meet a man who told me his neighbour was the man who designed the DeLorean's gorgeous instrument cluster, and hasn't seen a DMC-12 since the day they hit the streets. I told him I would love to talk to him, as I might be able to write an article for DeLorean World Magazine, but he slipped away when I was distracted by another excited enthusiast.
Although I was upset about losing that contact, it was still a great day. The best part was meeting all the people who love the car, or who've never seen one before. Their smiles and enthusiasm were so super-awesome, they could even brighten John DeLorean's darkest day in solitary confinement.