Sometimes You Need to Just Grab the Keys to Your Corvette and Drive
Beware of the monsters that lurk in the dark, especially those monsters that have a 755-horsepower V8 engine.
Los Angeles can be a tough place to get around. As long as the sun is shining, there is soul-crushingly slow traffic to match. Even as we sit here now, typing this out, the view from the Corvette Forum office is just a sea of red brake lights.
However, late at night, long after every Toyota Prius or Honda Accord has been safely tucked away in their garages, things change. There are monsters that lurk in the darkness. Some are stealthy, you won’t know they are there until they’ve struck. Others, like the 755-horsepower Corvette ZR1, overwhelm the senses from start to finish. You will hear it coming from miles away. It’s loud, and when it’s right next to you, it’s deafening. Its presence is so striking, and so unmistakably brutish, that you can’t help but stare.
Behind the wheel, the ZR1 gives its pilot hypersensitivity, from the second your feet touch the pedals, and your hands juggle between steering and shifting, it’s full-on. The rush of dopamine and adrenaline produced from stamping the accelerator, or getting a perfect gear change is electrifying.
And it is late at night, under the watchful gaze of the glowing moon, that the ZR1 can be free. Free to stretch its legs, free to let that big supercharged V8 breathe and free to let those quad tailpipes tear apart the still night air. Times like this remind us why we buy, or aspire to buy, irrational and irresponsible cars like Corvettes.
If you’re reading this, stop, and go look at your Corvette. It doesn’t matter when you last drove it, grab your keys, pull off the car cover and go. Cars are meant to be driven, so go drive.