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I'm with all of ya's I thought I was strange. Turns out the walking around the car and running my hands over the perfectly sculpted curves, just listening to the exhaust because the rear is still up on stands and just looking at the Stingray simply comes with the territory. There's just something about a shark and seeing the drunk lady hang halfway out the window of her boyfriends 85 Chevy pickup yelling, "STINGRAY!!" that make it wonderful.
I keep my corvettes under a car cover in the garage so they dont get dusty. I will not drive them in the rain, or after it rains, because I dont want them to get dirty. I get up in the morning with my first cup of coffee and go over the Ecklers and Mid America catalogs to see what I need to buy next. I check the weather at work for the weekend so that I know if I am going out for a drive, or working in the garage. Yeah....I have it bad too.
i walk my dog every morning around 5am. EVERY DAY I look in the garage window and side door and say to myself "nice to have a vette in the garage" smile and go for a walk. same thing on the way back.
you think that's bad? I've already cleaned out a parking space in the garage, circled everything I want in the Edelbrock catalog, bought stuff for it, and made a pic of it the wallpaper on my pc and cellphone...and I don't even get it until Thursday!!! I need a support group...
Yessireebobdixie, you're right; worse than bird flu or the mumps dropping down on ya.
Eckler's has replaced Playboy and the Vette has replaced...well at my age it's understandable...
After spending the day with clay and Zaino, I couldn't get any pics of the vette yesterday because it started raining. (The only good pics I had of the car was from before I bought it last fall.) This morning the weather was beautiful. So, before breakfast, I washed the windows, dusted off the car, rolled it outside, and snapped a bunch of pics. (I did wait until after making my wife breakfast before posting them in the screensaver & C3 picture thread.)
It never goes away...sometimes the feeling are stronger than others but it never goes away. Look at my license plate...that says it all. My wife got the plates for me.
It never goes away...sometimes the feeling are stronger than others but it never goes away. Look at my license plate...that says it all. My wife got the plates for me.
I feel that way everytime I see a C3. I always have my first cup of coffee on saturday and sunday mornings with my vette. I will loose my train of thought if I am having a conversation with someone while in my garage because I am always looking at and thinking about the vette. The only nightmares that I have is about my vette being stolen. It is an obsession, it is a passion and it is something that makes me happy. I have owned four C3's. I just can not bring myself to buy another vette. I always come back to the C3. In my opinion it is one of the top 5 most beautiful cars ever produced. No other car has the lines, the elegance and the grace of the C3. I just wish there was just a little more cockpit room. However, the lack of cockpit space is only a small concession to give up to pilot a vehicle of this caliber. The C3 is just a cool car.
Who wakes up early in the morning, before the wife and kids, and has his first cup of coffee, with his Vette?
Who thinks up reasons to get in it, and go for a ride, and if he cant think up a reason, just goes anyway.
Who feels bad about driving it with the bad paint on it, but cant imagine not driving it while he saves the money for new paint.
Who gets a big cheesy grin on his face, everytime the garage door opens, because you know whats under the car cover.
Who gets visibly upset, if the weatherman predicts rain on the weekend.
That's perfectly normal, if you wouldn't have at least one of those symptoms you better be going to see a doctor. It's the curves, it's the sound of the motor, when you fire it up, there's no better music to your ears than listening to the Detroit choir-boys singing...