A couple years ago I was cruising the main street of Spokane (such as it is) when I happened to spot a DeLorean parked in a Walgreen’s parking lot. Being the BTTF uber-geek that I am, I immediately uttered a “Great Scott!” and swung my car into the lot to gawk.
The guy came out and I approached him. I freely admit to my fellow Dopers that I begged him – BEGGED him – to let me touch it. He laughed and said go ahead. I did.
It was wonderful.
Then I offered him $5 cash – all I had on me – to let me sit in it. He seemed doubtful, but accepted my money and bade me enter.
Oh. My. God. It was like entering a holy shrine. I nearly cried. I didn’t want to get out, but he said he needed to be getting home, because he was out picking up medicine for his baby girl.
So I killed him and stole the car.
Well, okay, I didn’t, but I really, REALLY thought about it for a few seconds there.
He drove away and I watched the taillights disappear, and it was as if my soul rode with him. I have never seen one since.
I shoulda killed him and taken it. Let this be a lesson: follow your first instincts!