Those with a discerning eye will recognize a DeLorean when it is a mere speck in the rearview mirror.

Your heart races. You grip the plastic in the back seat and tear off the next exit to the nearest disc golf course: The season has arrived!

When your local DeLorean aficionado feels safe enough to don his member's only jacket, rhinestone-studded driving gloves and vintage hot pink sunglasses as he takes his relic for an afternoon spin, the disc golf community takes notice.

Much like the running of the bulls or the return of our avian friends from the south, a DeLorean tearing through rush-hour traffic is the universal sign that awakens the tossers of plastic from winter slumber.

One can be sure that I made my way out to my favorite discing hot spot the very next day (as did EVERYONE else). The DeLorean did not disappoint, as I posted a very acceptable +1 in my first round of the new year.

I would advise you not to snap a photo with your cell phone at 75 mph in 5 o' clock traffic on that day when you're driving home and the DeLorean makes his way north to your city.

"If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour... you're gonna see some serious shit."
- Dr. Emmett Brown