Chapter 2 Marty sighed as the wind tousled his hair as he sped down the Hill Valley road that lead to the diner, and grinned at having finally gotten one over on his older siblings, Marty let out a surprised yell and grimaced as his board swerved to the left side of the road and nearly pitched him over the steep embankment but fortunately he was able to quickly swerve back towards the middle of the road. Up ahead his siblings were so deeply involved in discussion that fortunately for Marty they hadn't even noticed his quick brush with danger. Marty exhaled in relief and berated himself for being so careless. If he hadn't caught himself he would have fallen over the steep embankment on the left side of the road, rolled down the side of the hill and most likely have come to a stop in the middle of the frequently used small dirt road at the foot of steep rocky hillside. If the fall hadn't killed him his mother would have. Marty's mood lightened though as he saw Lou's Hill Valley Tunnel diner looming up ahead. At one time the place had apparently been located in the town square and had been a café but had moved up here in 1966 and had become a gas and Diner joint instead.

Dave spun the rear of his bike around, spraying dirt and gravel as he came to a stop and mounted his mountain bike onto the nearby bike rack, Linda skidded to a stop a second later and placed her scooter alongside Dave's bike. Jumping off his skateboard Marty planted both feet onto the ground then reached out and snatched his board up off the ground and started for the doors of the diner.

"Hey Alan!" Dave called as he waved over to his friend who sat in a nearby booth slurping a chocolate milkshake, Alan glanced over and nodded towards Dave and finished off his milkshake, "So" Dave said sitting down across from his friend "what's this big surprise?" "All right!" Linda shouted in excitement "the newest issue of Teenzine for girls, I've been looking for this issue forever!" snatching the last issue up she quickly purchased the magazine before joining Dave and Alan at the table.

"It'll be here in a minute," Alan said grinning

Suddenly as if on cue there was a loud roaring of an engine, Dave, Linda and Alan turned towards the source of the ruckus and Dave's jaw dropped open as 16 year-old Brock Tannen pulled up alongside the gas tanks outside in a shiny new dune buggy, his three cronies hanging on the back and rear sides of the contraption. A moment later the vehicle's motor stopped and Buck climbed out wearing a brand spanking new silver racing jumpsuit and helmet to match, Then Brock and his cohorts walked into the diner and headed for the foursome's table.