Sunday, March 14, 2010

After 13 years . . .

. . . I sold it.

From the time I first saw a Corvette in 1957 at the drag races in Alton, IL, I wanted one. But, I could never afford it. Then came college and family. With five of us, there was no way it was practical.

One day in 1997, I was shopping for a small pickup to replace the one that just went off lease. This red car was sitting on the lot with a sad look, saying "take me home." That's a reasonable alternative to a pickup, says I, so home it came.

That same summer, Mrs. B and I took it on a road trip to New Orleans, and I was in hog heaven (link added so Ian doesn't have to look it up.)

Many Corvette drivers park their cars in a garage, and never drive them unless the sun is shining.

Not me.

I may be picky on the cars I own, but I drive them. I drove this one for 120,000 miles.

That's what they're for, isn't it?

I thought I'd miss it, but I don't. Probably because it's turned on me, the ungrateful wench. I washed it, polished it, replaced worn parts and took care of it. So what do I get in return? Left stranded on the road twice in three months, that's what - and a significant dent in my purse to boot.

So, now it's gone. I hope someone else has a chance to enjoy it. Really.

2 comments:

Lisa said...

And the battery goes dead when people leave the lights on. :) I'm just used to my Hyundai that automatically turns off the lights, I guess. hehe

Anonymous said...

I don't think I can begrudge anyone who buys a Corvette, it's a boyhood dream. Are there many better looking cars?