An infatuation. A love. A bad habit???An Indulgence?
Well, i don't know for sure.
I was blessed with an indulgent Father--and with a successful and simililarly indulgent Wife (thank God).
So, into Corvette Tales we go:
My first, a 327ci 350 hp 1965 Fastback (mass plate 68500), was a great ride (Silver Blue.) The small block was perfect in ideal at this time, but no one really knew how to to tune the dern thing.
I was at College and the School allowed no cars for underclassmen on Campus.
But, when I was home my roomate, sho attached himself to my family like a limpet for four years by dating my Sister (god rest her) asked to take 'Vette No. One to Boston to see "The man of la mancha" aand park my pet at a parking lot.
I said no. Eventually I was bludgeoned in to allowing this outrage by my father's promsie to g"get me a new one" in the event of any mishap.
I really didn't WANT a new one!!!
But, at the time of the closing of the show I received a phone call from my Roomie:
"Uhhhhh-a bit of a problem here-----"
"What kind of problem!!!!!"
"Well-it's like this---ahhh--it's gone-------"
My Father then walked in and asked me who was on the phone (poor guy-i miss him) and I said:
"My new Corvette!!!!"
The new one was a Big block 435hp 427 ci Monster. I was in love.
Dad never blinked an eye about honoring his promise!!!! Of course there were a few ruff edges:
No AC in the Big Block.
Thieves off its predecessor when apprehended with drugs in car maintained (of course) that the drugs were in the car when they stole it~~~~~!!!!
Nobody bought that.