Sitting in a garage with a layer of dust didn’t stop me from noticing this all time classic. Wow! Talk about style. Whoever designed this car really knew what they were doing. Sleek lines, lots of chrome and details to die for.
The owner came out and told me it had a 427 engine. He stressed the point a number of times. I guess it was some big deal. I didn’t care. I was totally mesmerized by its sheer good looks. He started the engine and the air filled with a cloud of smoke; it smelled like the 70s. It was loud. I was tempted to ask for a ride, but didn’t want to give the wrong impression.
“Seven miles to the gallon and well worth it,” the owner said. He told me he loved taking it out. He was always approached by all kinds of interested people. “One time,” he said “a little old lady came up and told me she lost her virginity in one of these cars.” We both laughed. Pretty funny. He also told me to come back when he had it waxed and polished.
As I left, he pulled the cover off of one of two cars he had sitting in the driveway. It was a Porshe. “It’s a ’78,” he said. I wasn’t impressed. “What’s under the other one?” I inquired. He told me it was another Porshe, “a ’96.” I looked over at them and then back at the ‘Vette. They were nice, but the StingRay was way cooler.
