From 1987, I think. Me pulling the second 318 I had in the car.
In the background is the restoration shop where I had my car for about a year after this. The guy who owned the place had been part of DeLorean's engineering team. They did great work, sometimes amazing work. I had set up with him to work on my car when things were otherwise slow, thinking that I could then pay in monthly blocks that were pretty small. At one point his wife took over the accounting, and while I'm not sure what really happened, I think she started charging me a "parking fee." Like a downtown New York City Parking Fee. In any event, after she hit the place, there was practically no work being done but my bills jumped through the roof. Car left them shortly thereafter.