I have to confess to being Corvette prejudiced. Growing up I was never a fan of the Corvette, in fact in my automotive youth I pretty much looked down my oversized nose at it. When friends or schoolmates would wax whimsical about their dream car being a Corvette, I would usually respond with a derisive, “Plastic Tractor.” There’s nothing worse than a 13-year-old car snob.
The reality was that I grew up in an automotively “Euro-centric” household. MG, Porsche, Ferrari, those were sports cars. Corvettes? Surely, you jest. Like most know-it-all teenagers, I was confident that my viewpoint was the viewpoint. Yeah, good times…good times.
