What do I enjoy?
Driving on warm summer days with the roof off with my wife by my side or watching the thrill on my wife's face when she gets her turn at the wheel.
As Doug stated, taking the car to cruise nights and car shows and talking with people who had one of these, or their neighbor or brother or father had one and the memories it brings back for them. The feeling of pride I get when people say "nice car!"
The satisfaction I get from working on the car with my son and working on the details trying to make it look better. I feel like the car's caretaker, helping to preserve it for the future.
The feeling of luck I have for finally getting a C3 after wanting one since I was 8 years old and saw my cousin's new '74 for the first time. He used to give me rides in it and to me at the time (in the late seventies), these cars seemed so advanced compared to anything else on the roads...it was almost exotic. I said to myself "someday I'll have one".
I love the colour combination of my car; silver with the dark red interior. The sound it makes when I fire it up. The sound it makes when you drop the hammer on the highway as it winds its way up to the redline. The sound of the Magnaflow exhaust and the headers. The sound of that four barrel wailing away. Watching the cowl induction door open up on the back of the hood when I put my foot to the floor. The way it shakes from side to side at idle. It feels alive. I feel alive when I drive it. This car is a throwback to a different time, a time when everything was an option. A time when a car was built exactly the way you wanted. A time when cars had five or six choices of interior colour alone.
And the way it handles and brakes. Hard to believe that a chassis designed in the early '60s was still this good in the late seventies.
And lastly, I love the way it looks; both inside and out. I love how the interior is more 1960's than 1970's. Mine is the last year for the thin spoke 1968 style wheel and it jsut feels so good to hold it in my hands. I love the huge speedometer and tach staring at me through that wheel. All of the guages just off to the right. The way the entire interior is red...everywhere you look. The view out through the windshield and down that long hood. The way the hood bulge rises up in the middle. The way the fenders rise up in front. The view of the rear fenders in the rear view mirrors. The look of the tunneled back window. The view from the front down low and looking up over that long hood. The Stingray script on the front fenders and the shape of the vents on the front fenders. The fact that those vents serve a purpose...they reduce lift on the front end at speed by removing trapped air from under the hood; not bad engineering for something designed for 1968. And lastly, sometimes I just like to open the hood and look at the engine; an engine that I can actually see, an engine that is naked for all to see.
This is my favorite view:
Or maybe this one:
Driving on warm summer days with the roof off with my wife by my side or watching the thrill on my wife's face when she gets her turn at the wheel.
As Doug stated, taking the car to cruise nights and car shows and talking with people who had one of these, or their neighbor or brother or father had one and the memories it brings back for them. The feeling of pride I get when people say "nice car!"
The satisfaction I get from working on the car with my son and working on the details trying to make it look better. I feel like the car's caretaker, helping to preserve it for the future.
The feeling of luck I have for finally getting a C3 after wanting one since I was 8 years old and saw my cousin's new '74 for the first time. He used to give me rides in it and to me at the time (in the late seventies), these cars seemed so advanced compared to anything else on the roads...it was almost exotic. I said to myself "someday I'll have one".
I love the colour combination of my car; silver with the dark red interior. The sound it makes when I fire it up. The sound it makes when you drop the hammer on the highway as it winds its way up to the redline. The sound of the Magnaflow exhaust and the headers. The sound of that four barrel wailing away. Watching the cowl induction door open up on the back of the hood when I put my foot to the floor. The way it shakes from side to side at idle. It feels alive. I feel alive when I drive it. This car is a throwback to a different time, a time when everything was an option. A time when a car was built exactly the way you wanted. A time when cars had five or six choices of interior colour alone.
And the way it handles and brakes. Hard to believe that a chassis designed in the early '60s was still this good in the late seventies.
And lastly, I love the way it looks; both inside and out. I love how the interior is more 1960's than 1970's. Mine is the last year for the thin spoke 1968 style wheel and it jsut feels so good to hold it in my hands. I love the huge speedometer and tach staring at me through that wheel. All of the guages just off to the right. The way the entire interior is red...everywhere you look. The view out through the windshield and down that long hood. The way the hood bulge rises up in the middle. The way the fenders rise up in front. The view of the rear fenders in the rear view mirrors. The look of the tunneled back window. The view from the front down low and looking up over that long hood. The Stingray script on the front fenders and the shape of the vents on the front fenders. The fact that those vents serve a purpose...they reduce lift on the front end at speed by removing trapped air from under the hood; not bad engineering for something designed for 1968. And lastly, sometimes I just like to open the hood and look at the engine; an engine that I can actually see, an engine that is naked for all to see.
This is my favorite view:
Or maybe this one:
I drove my metal car (72 455 4 speed) to Welland this summer in 35C day (40c with humidity) I sat in the Corvette turned on the a/c
and "said I'll take it" Never drove one(C5) before that day...
The car makes me want to drive it uptown, just for a ride.. Its in nice shape for a 13 year old car Looks like a 2010 to the neighbors I get thumbs up nice car and the nrighbor women are all over it lol The metal cars are still a love :agree: but this car turns me on, when I turn it on.....
just teasing lol
