The pure, unadulterated, amazing opulence of the automobile stunned everyone on the dock into silence. Then, all four of its doors opened. People spilled out crazily, some dressed in costume, some not. It was as if the cover of the new Beatles album, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, had just come to life. There were bits of Bert and Ernie, even an embryonic Miss Piggy. One guy wore a vampire's cape; another, a tie-dyed matador's outfit.