A few weekends ago, I happened upon a meeting of like minds. People who enjoy ownership of the Chevrolet Corvette. My family was about to enjoy lunch at a favorite spot. It was such an unseasonably warm & sunny day I thought enough in advance of our outing to bring along my 35 mm camera because we planned on taking the kids to a park post meal. When we parked, I saw a sunbeam glistening on a beautiful car. Wait. Not just one beautiful car. A club of beautiful vehicles. Oh my father would be jealous. Good thing I had my camera.
The Corvette Club of Colorado chose the same spot we had for lunch. In fact, there were so many of them, plus other diners that our wait would be too long to keep our kids occupied before lunch. So I snapped a few photos to share with my dad. I decided my readers might enjoy them too. It just so happens that I’m a Colorado Chevy Girl. This was fate. You can click on the button to the right of this post to learn more about that program.
I know my father’s favorite car was his 1973 red Chevrolet Corvette. And he was a muscle head in high school, meaning he owned cars like I own shoes. He owned his vette when I was a pre-teen, all the way into my early driving years. It was a gift from my mom. I’m not sure of all the details, but I know she at least found it for him, second-hand but in pristine condition and he ended up with that beloved car. It may have been for his 40th birthday. He might have paid for it. It doesn’t matter. Owning it gave him such a return on the investment. He was very proud to drive it. He washed and waxed it by hand (you don’t see that all that often anymore).
I hate to admit this, but this is a sign of the times, I used to ride around with my parents in this two-seater car. Where did I ride? We called it the hump. I sat on the middle glove box. No seat belt for me. I think my parents wore their seat belts. Not sure. Again, different times. People, kids, would ride in the back of open beds of pickups. The days before child safety seats. We’ve come a long way, baby.
I learned that Corvette owners have a ‘secret’ hand signal, sort of a quick wave, as they pass each other on the road. Or at least they did then. Not sure if it is still a practice.
When I did become a licensed driver, there were a few times when my car was in the shop and I was FORCED to drive my father’s Corvette so I could get to work or school. I’d imagine he may have hated this but he trusted me enough to take his prized possession out for a spin. I loved it, of course. But I was nervous. Had to carefully protect his baby on wheels. I also recall the clutch being enough to throw all my weight into it to make it work. I was proud to know how to drive a standard transmission. Most of my friends didn’t learn how to drive a stick shift. I learned on a Corvette. Not too shabby.
What has been the favorite car you’ve driven or owned? And now I’ll leave you with some photos of beautiful cars.