Today marks two months from the day I got the DeLorean (thus D-Day + Two Months). It's been a crazy ride from the start. First I had to navigate intense Chicago traffic only hours after first sitting in the car using the DeLorean's two index-card-sized side mirrors. Then a couple weeks ago I spent three long, depressing days wondering why it wouldn't start--only to discover a faulty fuel pump fuse, which was a gloriously simple fix. The DeLorean and I are still getting to know each other and build trust, but the more I drive it, the more I enjoy it.
