Painting The Town Stainless Steel

Friday night, it seemed, I had the hottest thing this side of the sun. With the crowds gathered 'round, rays from that giant gas ball glinted off the DeLorean's stainless steel and blinded everyone without prejudice.

Friday night was Georgetown's 8th annual Rockin' Rollin' Classic Car Show. And it was a spectacular show, with nearly 400 amazing cars literally filling the downtown core and overflowing onto sidestreets.

But before we made it into town, everyone participating first had to line up and register at a nearby church. Once we were set, we slowly rolled into town where the crowds had already gathered. Most people parked their cars and began wandering, admiring and eating.

I, on the other hand, didn't get much of a chance.

Few of Georgetown and Mississauga's inhabitants had seen a DeLorean before. I was swarmed by inquisitive crowds all afternoon. The positive comments and the genuine interest everyone had blew me away.

Two different people told me my car was the best car in the entire show. Now, I'm not saying it was, because some of those muscle cars were to die for, but it seems that many of these folks see the same cars over and over again. The DeLorean was a treat.

Another man, smiling from ear to ear, told me my DeLorean was his favourite car in the whole show. One fellow, who had come back no less than 3 times to inspect my car told me that it made his night, and was the highlight of the show.

But the highlight of my evening was the glowing woman who first clarified that my car was built in Ireland for the U.S. market, then stated, "I was the import judge last year. I'm not a judge this year, but if I was, I would definitely pick yours to win."

What a thing to say! I couldn't have been happier. Not even more than the 30 or so kids who ran up to the car all night yelling, "It's the car from Back To The Future!"

Cameras clicked away and people bombarded me with questions and comments till my throat was sore. But the only thing that dispersed the crowds around the ol' D was the rain. After a good 4 hours, the downpour started, and not even the DJ from KRUZ radio could convince people it would let up.

We bailed before the trophies could be awarded, which is a shame because now I'll never know if I was actually going to win something. It would be amazing, but I've never tried to win a trophy. To be honest though, if it came down to it, I'd rather have the wonderful comments of the people than a piece of plastic and metal to display on a shelf.