Drove the daylights out of it on this fine, sunny fall weekend in WNY!
I do not get tired of talking to folks who come up and ask about the car. One fellow on Saturday, in Batavia NY, upon finding out that I'm interested in history, directed me to the local historic cemetery. It turns out that the only Confederate officer buried north of the Mason-Dixon line is there in Batavia. Goodness knows how he got there.
And then this afternoon I met a deaf gentleman and his son who were both over the moon to see a Delorean in person. WNY has a large deaf population because the National Technical Institute for the Deaf is in Rochester (ASL is the third most prevalent language in Rochester, behind English and Spanish). My command of ASL is almost nonexistent, but a love of cars is a universal language.