1798 arrived back home in Wisco at around midnight in yet another extremely rainy drive, but I didn't mind, as my ears were bathed in luxurious quadraphonic stereo sound the entire trip, and thanks to Patrick, who's the MFM, I was actually able to see my cigar lighter in the dark once again so none of the fine Cubans I had earmarked for the return trip went to waste, unlike what happened on the journey there, which was a major Category 3 DeLorean emergency. I mean, I'm lucky I made it to Michigan at all without an active illuminator ring around the lighter. Your average DeLorean owner would have immediately turned around and cancelled or pulled into a roadside shop for service, but not me, for I am one of the DeLorean fearless, baby!
Special shout-out to Patrick's parents and Ruby, who were hands down INCREDIBLE hosts - you guys really made us feel like part of the family and I'm definitely looking forward to next time
In the hopes of goading Lou out of where-ever he's been hiding, I'll be posting some pics from the tour soon
On another note, during the drive home, it dawned on me that I really need to replace the headlights with aviation runway signals so as to compliment the recently installed train horn
