I feel I would be remiss if I didn't mention that I have never been the sort of girl who dated a guy for the kind of car he drives. When I dream of cars, it's NOT of being the passenger! Where's the fun in that? I want to be the terror behind the wheel!
Oh, call it penis envy, I don't care. I've always found the long sleek nose, the low, dangerous profile and the sheer power of the Corvette to be attractive. I've always loved Corvettes, even the disco Vettes of the 70's and 80's. This latest Corvette offering from Chevy is this girl's automotive wet dream. I long to take this baby out on the open road and put pedal to the metal!
Unfortunately, our local Chevrolet dealerships haven't received their C-5's yet. I can't wait to test drive this car! Check for updates for my test driving experience! ::grin:: Alas, alas, test driving is all I can do for now!
From my past experiences of test driving other Corvette models, I can safely testify that driving a Corvette is an experience like no other! It's a driver's car; the passenger is mere ornament to the more important relationship primary at the moment, the gestalt between machine and (wo)man. The seat fits your bottom like a lover's caress. You sit and that long, gleaming expanse of hood stretches before you. A thought of speed, acceleration, and it's happening. You corner and it seems like a parade--all that hood goes around the bend and then you do, like an afterthought, like warp speed is portrayed on Star Trek, the elongation of the moment and then, =POW!=, you're there.
You're not going to win any stoplight drag races in this next gem of a car, but you'll snap heads around faster than a nude Cindy Crawford walking down the street. My next dream car is a rather obscure choice:
The custom-made "Clenet Continental" built on a Lincoln-Continental chasis puts me in mind of this car.