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Byline: Richard S. Chang
I just bid $360 for a file folder, which might be from the DeLorean Motor Co. office. Since this summer, someone has been unloading DeLorean ephemera on eBay, such as file folders, day planners and books of blank checks. And I've been tracking them like my dad monitors his blood pressure.
The label on the folder says "Sedan'' in unmistakably DeLorean handwriting (trust me, I know), and there are 10 pages of sketches and notes concerning a future sedan. It doesn't matter that the sketches are more like doodles on notebook paper. I spent a good part of my mornings one week clicking between them and an auction of DMC window stickers. I get geeked over this stuff.
It's more than the Back to the Future factor, though that has something to do with it. And it's more than John DeLorean's role in creating the GTO. It's the whole deal: John Z. DeLorean, the rebel inside General Motors who wore leisure suits and dated hot women. He hung out with movie stars and flew in private jets. I even remember a whiskey ad that featured a page-large image of his face.
DeLorean was my generation's Mark Cuban or Brett Ratner; his name transcended his field of work. And he did it without the Internet, a supernova of cable channels or today's infatuation with pointless ...
Source: HighBeam Research, Disciples of DeLorean.(Column)