Do you remember?

[sigung86]

Sorry... It's just me again with another reflection on a day off.

Do any of you remember the mystique that went with Vette ownership, before you owned one?

Just curious... Today I stopped at a Denny's for breakfast and a young, articulate, and quite attractive waitress came up and began talking to me (they, often, wouldn't do that 30 years ago ).

She was really into telling me how beautiful my car is. We talked about driving it in the snow, after she found out that I drive it daily. She just kept looking out the window at it and saying how beautiful it is.

I got to reflecting, while driving home, that I know it's a beauty. It goes fast, stops quick, and looks "mahvelous" to coin a phrase.
I look forward to driving it anywhere, anytime. I have a real pride of ownership. I then related back to when I didn't have one, but seriously wanted one. That condition lasted for a good, long time.

I would see one going up the road; the year, color or model didn't matter. Each was a legend, a dream. Whoever sat behind the wheel of that particular car had to be, without a doubt, the luckiest person in the world. I have seen a few that, in younger years, literally took my breath away. Much like last weekend, the first time I eve drove a Z06.


I look back now on those days. I've come a long way. I have an FRC and I'm mighty happy with and proud of it. Someday, I may own a Z06. My first Vette was the best. It was an 86, Torch Red (of course) convertible. The day I went to purchase it, a rainy Saturday, I was very tired from being unable to sleep. I was as excited as I had been as a youngster at Christmas time. I was about to become one with the myth. A member of the legion. It was the culmination of many years of not having, and achingly wanting one. Man! What an absolute rush that day was. I'll never forget it.

But! To get back to where I was going. I love the FRC, and all the things it has afforded me, looks of adulation from young ladies, admiration of folks who want one and don't have one, all the good friends and acquaintances that I have made out here.
Some definite changes in the overall view I have of life and all for the better.

Now, I also have, thanks to a cute young lady, re-acquired that pre-ownership mystique in my heart and mind.

Do you still have it? Can you remember it? Do you miss it?


Take care,

[Manatee]

Dan,

When I was growing up I knew all the sports cars, and could tell the model years. I dragged my dad to many a car showroom. To show my age, I remember getting to the dealership in late Sept when they unveiled the new cars. (They had them under wraps). Nice days, Nice memories. Thanks

[fatherlarry]

Originally posted by sigung86
Sorry... It's just me again with another reflection on a day off.

Do any of you remember the mystique that went with Vette ownership, before you owned one?

Just curious... Today I stopped at a Denny's for breakfast and a young, articulate, and quite attractive waitress came up and began talking to me (they, often, wouldn't do that 30 years ago ).

She was really into telling me how beautiful my car is. We talked about driving it in the snow, after she found out that I drive it daily. She just kept looking out the window at it and saying how beautiful it is.

I got to reflecting, while driving home, that I know it's a beauty. It goes fast, stops quick, and looks "mahvelous" to coin a phrase.
I look forward to driving it anywhere, anytime. I have a real pride of ownership. I then related back to when I didn't have one, but seriously wanted one. That condition lasted for a good, long time.

I would see one going up the road; the year, color or model didn't matter. Each was a legend, a dream. Whoever sat behind the wheel of that particular car had to be, without a doubt, the luckiest person in the world. I have seen a few that, in younger years, literally took my breath away. Much like last weekend, the first time I eve drove a Z06.


I look back now on those days. I've come a long way. I have an FRC and I'm mighty happy with and proud of it. Someday, I may own a Z06. My first Vette was the best. It was an 86, Torch Red (of course) convertible. The day I went to purchase it, a rainy Saturday, I was very tired from being unable to sleep. I was as excited as I had been as a youngster at Christmas time. I was about to become one with the myth. A member of the legion. It was the culmination of many years of not having, and achingly wanting one. Man! What an absolute rush that day was. I'll never forget it.

But! To get back to where I was going. I love the FRC, and all the things it has afforded me, looks of adulation from young ladies, admiration of folks who want one and don't have one, all the good friends and acquaintances that I have made out here.
Some definite changes in the overall view I have of life and all for the better.

Now, I also have, thanks to a cute young lady, re-acquired that pre-ownership mystique in my heart and mind.

Do you still have it? Can you remember it? Do you miss it?


Take care,

A lot of male Corvette owners of today have the idea that buying a Corvette will attract women. But, unfortunately the ones that are attracted to me, because of the car, are the ones I'd want to stay away from. But on the other hand, today, the doors have opened up for women where they can acheive their goals and own a Corvette themselves, instead of sitting in the passenger seat. There are a lot of women coming up today in the racing world, which is a great acheivement. Yes, the Corvette has its own built in mystique, which is engineered into the car. The whole Corvette experience from pre-ownership on is a mystique in itself.

[Cemo]

I lose the "feeling" sometimes but it's easy to remember it again. All I gotta do is visit my Dad. It also happens when I get her back after some long downtime like when I break the tranny.

Where was I, oh yeah...He had a Nassau Blue '66 SB Coupe that he would always talk about...but they got rid of it before I came around. He had an unfortunate accident in it one day when a real old man pulled out in front of him. He always talks about how he saw the hood shatter when that car comes up in a conversation.

For as long as I can remember, when we would see a 'Vette he would comment on it...the approval code word was clean. He'd say, "Man that's a clean 'Vette...nice!" With those comments and his enthusiasm he helped me realize what a great car it was/is and I inherited his love for these cars as a result.

I always drooled over them when I was younger. There's always been something very special about Corvette. I love the heritage. A friend of mine bought a '66 BB Coupe in the late 80's. Damn, that car was incredible. 4-Speed...sidepipes...knock-offs! It got me totally hooked on the Corvette mistique. When I was finally able to buy one in '99 I jumped at the chance. Team Corvette did such a great job. Whenever I drive her, all of the 'Vette models and my personal "Vette memories come to mind.

It's not just a car it's a lifestyle!