i thought i would share this with all of you...as am i working on my newsletter for the local corvette club i am in. one of the members recently attented a autocross event, with his black c5 coupe corvette, and well i will let his words paint the picture for you!

The Beast Within…
Corvettes are beautiful cars. The lines flow like sand dunes driven by the wind, like the exquisite curves of Raquel Welch, like the subtle lines of a stream flowing down a hillside. I have yet to meet a Corvette owner who has not been seduced by the beauty of their Corvette – any Corvette. Opening the door of a Corvette is like an engraved invitation into a world of being cuddled, held gently and invited into a quiet place amid all the noise and glare of this world. It’s a getaway. But not a forgotten getaway, nor an unnoticed hideaway. It’s a place where others notice. Where others turn their heads and watch it come and go through their lives. It’s almost as though others sense something very special about a dreamed-of opportunity to actually pass through a bit of life in a Corvette. There’s a quiet excitement about being in a Corvette on the streets.
But something lurks just under the skin. It’s like a werewolf. It appears to be a car, but there’s a beast’s heartbeat so close to the surface. There is a beast within. And it’s good to let the beast out to play every once in a while. I most emphatically deny that beast on the streets. That’s no place to let it out. There are too many bad things so close and unseen on the streets.
Lucky for us there are tracks to let our beasts run wild. Even tracks like cones in a parking lot. A big, big parking lot. It’s been a couple years since I’ve let my beast loose, but I had the chance last weekend with a school on Saturday where I was able to get in tune with that beast once again. Where I learned again something of being smooth with the raw power and amazing grip of a Corvette where not only acceleration, but heavy braking and hard cornering all come into balance. Several times I took time just looked at the Ying and Yang on my rear window and reflected on the need for balance, especially when living on the edge of control. And again I heard the beast within my car whisper, “I’ve got more. Do you want more? I’ve got it.” And still, the car has more capability than I have skill. But maybe I got better at it. Sunday’s races saw me being very consistent with my times and surprisingly competitive, given that my track tires have turned to stone while sitting for years in the corner of my garage.
On my way home Sunday afternoon, I was at peace with the world in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. I had pushed myself and my car. I had grown in ability, but mostly, I did find some balance with the beast which still lurks just beneath the paint. What tough, rugged, sophisticated, balanced and capable cars these are! As I write this the morning after, I feel balance in life like I haven’t felt for a while. I feel capable of dealing with the noise and glare, able to deal with whatever comes at me and able to hold a heading through it all. Marvelous, what a great time with a great car can do for you.
Bob Adams.

 

Nice

 

Very eloquent and beautifully said! I think he covered almost all the bases! These cars are really a true experience to be had. And having the ability to streak through town and touch those who cannot experience it in person is an awesome liberty.

 

Great newsletter piece!

 

Guy does have a way with words.