Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Reversing out of the driveway, as the tyres were screeching and squealing. “Hey Doc you better back up, we don’t have to 88.” Marty said, feeling scared and nervous. Gazing and shivering everywhere as we were about to take off into space.
Doc said “Roads, where we’re we don’t need roads.” as he was putting his funky glasses on and fiddling with buttons. The Delorean took off with a burst of fire.