Back To The Future

“You’d better back this thing up, Doc,” he cautioned. “We haven’t got enough road to get up to eighty-eight.”

“Where we’re going, we don’t use roads,” Brown smiled. He pointed to a new switch on the dashboard labeled MR. FUSION HOME ENERGY CENTER, hit it, and grinned with satisfaction as the DeLorean rolled about a hundred yards down the street, blasted off into the sky trailing a thin flume of silver smoke, and then disappeared.