I’m sorry to hear that any unique older car has crashed, but looking back 25 years after being active in the DeLorean community, I can finally ask myself “why” I was. It was a mediocre vehicle and an underwhelming driving experience, yet it seemed everywhere I turned someone was an obsessive owner.
For some reason they are a big thing in Massachusetts. Last time I sat down and thought about it, perhaps 2005 or so, within about a two mile radius of where my parents last lived (let’s say the corner of Salisbury and Moreland Streets in Worcester, MA) there were five DeLoreans that I knew of that were registered, insured, and driven regularly.
There was a woman closer to Boston who had what I think I recall was one of one or two factory authorized prototype twin turbo setups. Same stock PRV V6, but with a very sleek-looking turbocharger. Looked absolutely perfect but made the already-crowded engine bay even more cramped. I didn’t get to drive it.
Relatives had them growing up, I helped restore two of them in the 90s— low mileage examples that were neglected for years. We had a family friend who had been a corporate mechanic back in the day and taught me a ton of weird little tidbits of knowledge. An acquaintance’s father (George Broomfield) was one of the company executives and had a car he claimed was “one of the first ones off the boat” and even he admitted that the company was still a far way from perfecting the car at the time they folded.