“O.K. Let’s go,” Doc said.
He lifted the gull-wing door and Marty got in. Jennifer sat on his lap. When Doc Brown jumped behind the steering wheel, Marty reached over to touch his arm.
“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.