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It’s been kind of quiet here lately so I figured I would share an experience from the other evening that reminds me why I purchased my ZR-1.
I took my daughter out after dinner to get ice cream at a local ice cream shop a couple days ago. As we pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car, there was a group of four guys that walked in ahead of us. The last of the four held the door for me and my daughter. Before I even reached the entrance, he asked me what year my car was. I responded, “It’s a 91 ZR-1”. Which he replied, “Oh I know exactly what it is, and it is beautiful”. Well, for the next 15 minutes he peppered me with questions about condition, price, mileage, etc. It was obvious he had knowledge of “The King of the Hill” as he was the one that reminded me that that was the name given to the car. I know it is just a car, but it is nice to own something that is admired by others. Admired not because it is expensive or presents a status symbol, but simply because it is unique. He could appreciate the car not because it is a corvette, but because it is a very special corvette.
While my daughter and I finished our ice cream, I could overhear him describing the car to his buddies. As I left he gave me a nod…I of course nodded back.
As we walked to the car to go home, I realized that while we had been in the shop a couple of other corvettes had parked around me, the drivers of those apparently out for ice cream as well. There was a mint condition white 1980 or 81, and a brand new 2005 yellow vert parked a couple of spaces away. Three of the generations all gathered together by pure coincidence…
I really dig my car.
I took my daughter out after dinner to get ice cream at a local ice cream shop a couple days ago. As we pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car, there was a group of four guys that walked in ahead of us. The last of the four held the door for me and my daughter. Before I even reached the entrance, he asked me what year my car was. I responded, “It’s a 91 ZR-1”. Which he replied, “Oh I know exactly what it is, and it is beautiful”. Well, for the next 15 minutes he peppered me with questions about condition, price, mileage, etc. It was obvious he had knowledge of “The King of the Hill” as he was the one that reminded me that that was the name given to the car. I know it is just a car, but it is nice to own something that is admired by others. Admired not because it is expensive or presents a status symbol, but simply because it is unique. He could appreciate the car not because it is a corvette, but because it is a very special corvette.
While my daughter and I finished our ice cream, I could overhear him describing the car to his buddies. As I left he gave me a nod…I of course nodded back.
As we walked to the car to go home, I realized that while we had been in the shop a couple of other corvettes had parked around me, the drivers of those apparently out for ice cream as well. There was a mint condition white 1980 or 81, and a brand new 2005 yellow vert parked a couple of spaces away. Three of the generations all gathered together by pure coincidence…
I really dig my car.
Tom
4LT GS Roadster
