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"Because you will be approached by people with questions and stupid jokes."
I took the DeLorean when I went to the bank this morning. I pulled into
the parking lot and found a space. As I got out of the car a guy around
my age came running over before I could shut the door.
He said, "I can't believe it, this amazing. I've always wanted to see
one of these. Man, I was just watching the movie last night. Can I take
a picture?"
I said, "sure" and let him know that it still needed some work so it
doesn't look as good as it could. He said, "It doesn't matter; it's a
DeLorean."
Later in the afternoon I went to get some more gas. I pulled into the
station, shut off the car, got out and opened the hood to get to the gas
cap. Neither of the attendants on duty had seen one before and both came
over to see the car. They had some questions about the body construction
and the engine.
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