Z06 Cruising Stories

[Patrick]

And now for something completely different- road stories from Z06 owners. About two months ago, I started keeping a journal of my road trips driving the Z06. Most of the journal entries have been back and forth to Colorado Springs, since I haven't really had an occasion to take a long road trip. Thankfully, summer is nearly here, and I plan for that circumstance to change.

I thought I'd start this thread in an effort to get folks to tell some of their on the road experiences. It isn't necessarily about "road kills." We have a whole forum for that. This is about what you see on the road, what you experience, what you listen to, and whether you had fun. Besides, it has another virtue: it makes a change from the banter back and forth between BV and Tony's Torch.
:L

I'll kick this off with a journal entry from about three weeks ago:

 

[Patrick]

25 April 2004...

Minutes ago, I logged off the net to compose this summary of the ride back from Colorado Springs in my Z06 tonight. Now, for the record, since I got home, I've had three Vodka-tonics in pint (beer) glasses, so you'll have to excuse the occasional syntax error- as Ambrose Bierce once said, what is a man, but a finely tuned machine for turning red wine into urine.

7:40pm, and the story begins with me slipping on my leather jacket and smoothing out the sleeves: I believe I looked the part of the Corvette owner tonight. Believe me, that's a responsibility I take seriously! I bade my farewells to my parents in Colorado Springs, who had graciously hosted dinner tonight, and found the Z06 waiting patiently for me. Her midnight skin, beckoning like the desire to dive into a pool after dark, welcomed me, and made me feel guilty at the same time: "Where have you been?" she asked. "I want to run! Nice jacket, by the way."

A smile began to form at the corners of my mouth.

I settled into the leather appointed ****pit and fired up the ignition. The familiar growl of the Borla exhuast was as re-assuring as the doctor's cry of "CLEAR!" before hitting the heart paddles. It reminds me of power, of focus, of purpose, uniting to make the journey more important than the destination. And, the noise is enough to turn heads, too boot.

Shifting into first, I hit the road, and in the process, prepared my stereo for the journey as well. On the way home, I needed stimulus, something to energize me and make me worthy of the vehicle I now controlled. I chose something from the "way back" file: Billy Idol. "With a Rebel Yell, she cried 'More! More! More!' In the midnight hour, she cried 'More! More! More!" Perfect! I inserted the CD and went back to listening to the radio until I got onto the interstate. That's where the journey truly begins: at the point where I can tell the Z06 "it's time we made a statement."

I came across a red light before I got on I-25. And this light provided me with an interlude. It was a moment where I came, again, to realize what the Z06 means to others, and how fortunate I am to own one. While waiting at the light, a mini-van stopped in the lane next to me. The driver- a man in his mid-30's, with flecks of grey appearing all over his black hair, stared at me. At first, I found his staring uncomfortable. Then I turned my head and took in the rest of scene. In the passenger seat next to him was a woman (obviously, his wife). She was blond and, in her time, probably quite attractive. But her hair was now straggled and stands of bangs ran into her face- a face now reddened with shouting. The shouting was directed at three kids in the back seat who behaving as kids behave. They were racuous, enjoying themselves, pointing at the Z06 and animated with excitement. Someone had apparently spilt something, as "mom" was handing paper towels to the three kids in the back seat. And that's when dad's staring at me crystalized in meaning. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the Z06, and seeing in me a sense of freedom he no longer had. I understood then, perhaps better than I had ever before, that the Z06 was as much as symbol of personal freedom as it was an icon of American sports car. My heart went out to him, but the green turn arrow occurred, and my interlude ended. I hope one day this "dad" gets a Corvette of his own, and can serve as the same symbol/icon as mine appeared to him. And I hope that blond he's married to goes for with him, too, in a long ride in that Corvette he may one day purchase, just so that they can remind themselves of what they had together, before they had kids.

The interstate was mildly populated with cars. There was no problem with shifting upwards and settling myself in the fast lane for the ride. But I wasn't content to take I-25 home. We still had some daylight left, and the Z06 was longing to run free- something she could never do on I-25 through the construction zones around Monument, the predictable traffic increases south of Castle Rock, and the "You Have Now Entered T-Rex" zone around Castle Pines. No, the Z06 deserved a better run tonight, and I was only too happy to oblige. At Interquest Parkway, I got off I-25 and settled myself onto State Highway 83. Hwy 83 is a long, two lane road between Colorado Springs and Denver, the alternative to I-25 between the two cities. If I-25 if the efficent route between the Springs and the Denver Tech Center, 83 is the scenic route between the Springs and Parker. But scenery isn't what I had in mind. I found myself cruising through the northern outskirts of Colorado Springs in fifth gear, and no traffic in front of me. Just what I was hoping for. I pressed it- 85 mph, 90, 95. The curves in the road, and the occasional up and down grades were hardly giving the Z06 any kind of work out. The Z was having fun, and so was I. And by this time, Billy Idol was screaming with guitars echoing his "More! More! More!" sentiment.

As I rounded the curve and passed the Shoup Road turnoff- the route into the Black Forest- I noticed up ahead something I can only describe as disheartening. At the next turn onto 83, at Northgate Road (the road connecting 83 with the north entrance to the Air Force Academy), an 18-wheel rig was beginning a turn into my lane on northbound 83. Curse the man! He had to have seen me approaching. I was forced to slow. My rapid clip was slowed to 35 mph, waiting for the moving van to get up to speed. His best speed, it seemed, was 45 mph. I know why he was taking this back road- it was obvious that he was attempting to avoid the DOT weigh station at Monument. By taking this road northbound, he could go all the way into Denver without having to pull over to register his manifest, weigh his truck, and answer awkward questions if his weight was above what the State of Colorado had been advised it would be by his employer. But none of that improved my mindset. Being behind a slow moving 18-wheeler is, for me, like a form of claustrophia. And the Z06 didn't like it any better. For the next ten miles, every time he stepped on his breaks, and I responded similarly, the Borla exhaust let out mumbles of irritation. I sympathized.

At the the Highway 105 turn, a road which would have taken the 18 wheeler back to I-25, after the weigh station, he refused to turn off. Fine, I thought. I had taken note of the minimal traffic coming in the other direction, and when the solid yellow line in the middle of the road broke into dashed lines- a morse code for "you may now pass"- I did just that. I blew by the 18-wheeler at better than 90 mph. The entire time to pass him took mere seconds. By the time I merged back into the northbound lane, I was already a staggering 20 car lengths in front of him, and still accelerating. "We Trade... Flesh for Fantasy..." If I had been worried about a remake of "Duel" happening here, there would have been no cause for concern. By County Line Road, the 18-wheeler had vanished beyond my rear view mirror's perspective. Left in the dust. For all I know, he's still making his way up to Denver.

Speed is a matter of relative perspective: so says Einstein. I was now crusing at better than 100. When one does speeds like this, every minor curve and direction change in the road, every glimpse of a light in the distance, every unknown object you encounter in your peripheral vision becomes a source of data input which can quickly become a crisis situation if not handled correctly. But 83 is a tame road. And with dusk at hand, 83's tameness was even further tempered. For the next 25 miles, I encountered nothing. And the Z06 was enthralled with the joy of six (sixth gear, that is.) My first opposition came in the form of a Subaru Forrester, closing quickly on (of all things) a street sweeper, as all three of us approached the famous Russellville Road curve. The Forrester, to his credit, was not about to be held up by a street sweeper in the middle of no-where, and passed him. That left me behind the street sweeper, with a car approaching in the southbound lane. No sooner had the southbound car passed than I manouevered around the street sweeper as if it was standing still. (Actually, it seemed like it was standing still.) Shortly after that, I caught up with the Forrester and went around him, too. What followed, after the Lake Gulch Road turnoff, was a long straight stretch through Castlewood Canyon, and the Z06's chance to see what acceleration she could muster. By the time I entered the downgrade on the far side of Castlewood, I was doing better than 120. And we were both having the time of our life! What a thrill that section of road is! Ah, 83- a road I'm coming to regard as my own proving grounds.

Unfortunately, my rapid romp through the straightaway up through Castlewood Canyon had allowed me to catch up to a white Kia something or other, insistent on doing no more than 55. As we were now approaching Franktown, and the light at the intersection of 83 and 86, I was stuck. The line in the road had gone to solid yellow. We both approached the light (now red), and I felt those same stirrings of claustrophobia I had felt behind the 18-wheeler. (What ever happened to that moving van, anyway?) A few straggler from the south end of Franktown got in line behind me. The wait seemed interminable. Finally, a green light announced our permission to proceed, and I found myself watching the Kia. The driver was periodically flicking something off his fingers. He would flick, stick his hand back into the car, and a few seconds later, start flicking his fingers again. What was this all about? And did I really care to find out? Four miles north of the 86/83 intersection, the solid yellow line relaxed into the familiar morse code, and with no traffic in the southbound direction, I blew by the Kia.

It occurred to me at this point that none of the challenges I had faced tonight (an 18-wheeler big rig, a Subaru Forrester and a Street Sweeper, and a Kia) were hardly in a position to pose the Z06 much of a threat. And I found myself disappointed at this.

At the south end of the Pinery, 83 becomes a four lane highway. I was in the fast lane, and at the light at 83 and North Pinery Parkway, I found myself parked next to Dodge Ram truck, waiting for the green. When the light changed, I leisurely put it into first, but the Ram jumped on it. What the...? He had floored it! Not so fast, my turbo-deisel friend! I quickly shifted to second, red lined it, and by the time I shifted to third, the Ram truck was strugging to maintain a 8 car lengths distance behind me. This same scenario repeated itself for three more lights. I actually think he believed he could take the Z06. Foolish truck driver! The Z is not to be triffled with. A couple of lane changes, and the Ram truck went the way of the 18-wheeler: a shrinking spot on my rear view mirror.

I turned at Lincoln Avenue to head home. The rest of the trip, all of the remaining five minutes, passed quietly and quickly, with the Z06 sighing perceptably as I parked her in my garage. "That was fun! When can we do it again?" she asked me. Soon, baby, I replied unconsciously... as soon as I can manage it.

 

[theblackvette]

WOW! What a great journal entry! I loved the reference to the "Duel" movie! LOL

I feel a sense of peace and tranquility within this thread. I feel I can be protected here!

Thank you for creating this thread!

 

[Z_OH_6]

Minutes ago, I logged off the net to compose this summary of the ride back from Colorado Springs in my Z06 tonight. Now, for the record, since I got home, I've had three Vodka-tonics in pint (beer) glasses, so you'll have to excuse the occasional syntax error

I'm sorry not to have any road stories at this time but your writing has inspired me to start a collection. Just do me a favor and continue to have those three vodka tonics on a relatively regular basis so we may further enjoy your postings. Bravo, excellent! Oh, and although I'm a gin martini drinker, I share your passion in the quest for the perfect martini.

 

[Roadfrog]

Cool Story!!

The Sweetie and I were on our way back from dinner at a cool place about 30 miles down the highway this evening doing about 75. Pass an Acura SUV in the passing lane and the jerk sped up in a futile attempt to keep me from passing.

Just for grins, I moved over in the outside lane as she tried to pass me. I kept the tail of my Sixer about half a car length in front her as she continued to accelerate to pass. After she finally made it up to 100, I dropped it in fourth and hammered until we get about a half mile ahead of her. She comes flying up behind me again. Told Sweetie, "she ain't gonna do it", LOL!! Same thing until the Acura seemed to peter out at around 100 again. Yes, I'm an a-hole sometimes, but my Sweetie still loves me.

Minutes ago, I logged off the net to compose this summary of the ride back from Colorado Springs in my Z06 tonight. Now, for the record, since I got home, I've had three Vodka-tonics in pint (beer) glasses, so you'll have to excuse the occasional syntax error- as Ambrose Bierce once said, what is a man, but a finely tuned machine for turning red wine into urine.

7:40pm, and the story begins with me slipping on my leather jacket and smoothing out the sleeves: I believe I looked the part of the Corvette owner tonight. Believe me, that's a responsibility I take seriously! I bade my farewells to my parents in Colorado Springs, who had graciously hosted dinner tonight, and found the Z06 waiting patiently for me. Her midnight skin, beckoning like the desire to dive into a pool after dark, welcomed me, and made me feel guilty at the same time: "Where have you been?" she asked. "I want to run! Nice jacket, by the way."

A smile began to form at the corners of my mouth.

I settled into the leather appointed ****pit and fired up the ignition. The familiar growl of the Borla exhuast was as re-assuring as the doctor's cry of "CLEAR!" before hitting the heart paddles. It reminds me of power, of focus, of purpose, uniting to make the journey more important than the destination. And, the noise is enough to turn heads, too boot.

Shifting into first, I hit the road, and in the process, prepared my stereo for the journey as well. On the way home, I needed stimulus, something to energize me and make me worthy of the vehicle I now controlled. I chose something from the "way back" file: Billy Idol. "With a Rebel Yell, she cried 'More! More! More!' In the midnight hour, she cried 'More! More! More!" Perfect! I inserted the CD and went back to listening to the radio until I got onto the interstate. That's where the journey truly begins: at the point where I can tell the Z06 "it's time we made a statement."

I came across a red light before I got on I-25. And this light provided me with an interlude. It was a moment where I came, again, to realize what the Z06 means to others, and how fortunate I am to own one. While waiting at the light, a mini-van stopped in the lane next to me. The driver- a man in his mid-30's, with flecks of grey appearing all over his black hair, stared at me. At first, I found his staring uncomfortable. Then I turned my head and took in the rest of scene. In the passenger seat next to him was a woman (obviously, his wife). She was blond and, in her time, probably quite attractive. But her hair was now straggled and stands of bangs ran into her face- a face now reddened with shouting. The shouting was directed at three kids in the back seat who behaving as kids behave. They were racuous, enjoying themselves, pointing at the Z06 and animated with excitement. Someone had apparently spilt something, as "mom" was handing paper towels to the three kids in the back seat. And that's when dad's staring at me crystalized in meaning. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the Z06, and seeing in me a sense of freedom he no longer had. I understood then, perhaps better than I had ever before, that the Z06 was as much as symbol of personal freedom as it was an icon of American sports car. My heart went out to him, but the green turn arrow occurred, and my interlude ended. I hope one day this "dad" gets a Corvette of his own, and can serve as the same symbol/icon as mine appeared to him. And I hope that blond he's married to goes for with him, too, in a long ride in that Corvette he may one day purchase, just so that they can remind themselves of what they had together, before they had kids.

The interstate was mildly populated with cars. There was no problem with shifting upwards and settling myself in the fast lane for the ride. But I wasn't content to take I-25 home. We still had some daylight left, and the Z06 was longing to run free- something she could never do on I-25 through the construction zones around Monument, the predictable traffic increases south of Castle Rock, and the "You Have Now Entered T-Rex" zone around Castle Pines. No, the Z06 deserved a better run tonight, and I was only too happy to oblige. At Interquest Parkway, I got off I-25 and settled myself onto State Highway 83. Hwy 83 is a long, two lane road between Colorado Springs and Denver, the alternative to I-25 between the two cities. If I-25 if the efficent route between the Springs and the Denver Tech Center, 83 is the scenic route between the Springs and Parker. But scenery isn't what I had in mind. I found myself cruising through the northern outskirts of Colorado Springs in fifth gear, and no traffic in front of me. Just what I was hoping for. I pressed it- 85 mph, 90, 95. The curves in the road, and the occasional up and down grades were hardly giving the Z06 any kind of work out. The Z was having fun, and so was I. And by this time, Billy Idol was screaming with guitars echoing his "More! More! More!" sentiment.

As I rounded the curve and passed the Shoup Road turnoff- the route into the Black Forest- I noticed up ahead something I can only describe as disheartening. At the next turn onto 83, at Northgate Road (the road connecting 83 with the north entrance to the Air Force Academy), an 18-wheel rig was beginning a turn into my lane on northbound 83. Curse the man! He had to have seen me approaching. I was forced to slow. My rapid clip was slowed to 35 mph, waiting for the moving van to get up to speed. His best speed, it seemed, was 45 mph. I know why he was taking this back road- it was obvious that he was attempting to avoid the DOT weigh station at Monument. By taking this road northbound, he could go all the way into Denver without having to pull over to register his manifest, weigh his truck, and answer awkward questions if his weight was above what the State of Colorado had been advised it would be by his employer. But none of that improved my mindset. Being behind a slow moving 18-wheeler is, for me, like a form of claustrophia. And the Z06 didn't like it any better. For the next ten miles, every time he stepped on his breaks, and I responded similarly, the Borla exhaust let out mumbles of irritation. I sympathized.

At the the Highway 105 turn, a road which would have taken the 18 wheeler back to I-25, after the weigh station, he refused to turn off. Fine, I thought. I had taken note of the minimal traffic coming in the other direction, and when the solid yellow line in the middle of the road broke into dashed lines- a morse code for "you may now pass"- I did just that. I blew by the 18-wheeler at better than 90 mph. The entire time to pass him took mere seconds. By the time I merged back into the northbound lane, I was already a staggering 20 car lengths in front of him, and still accelerating. "We Trade... Flesh for Fantasy..." If I had been worried about a remake of "Duel" happening here, there would have been no cause for concern. By County Line Road, the 18-wheeler had vanished beyond my rear view mirror's perspective. Left in the dust. For all I know, he's still making his way up to Denver.

Speed is a matter of relative perspective: so says Einstein. I was now crusing at better than 100. When one does speeds like this, every minor curve and direction change in the road, every glimpse of a light in the distance, every unknown object you encounter in your peripheral vision becomes a source of data input which can quickly become a crisis situation if not handled correctly. But 83 is a tame road. And with dusk at hand, 83's tameness was even further tempered. For the next 25 miles, I encountered nothing. And the Z06 was enthralled with the joy of six (sixth gear, that is.) My first opposition came in the form of a Subaru Forrester, closing quickly on (of all things) a street sweeper, as all three of us approached the famous Russellville Road curve. The Forrester, to his credit, was not about to be held up by a street sweeper in the middle of no-where, and passed him. That left me behind the street sweeper, with a car approaching in the southbound lane. No sooner had the southbound car passed than I manouevered around the street sweeper as if it was standing still. (Actually, it seemed like it was standing still.) Shortly after that, I caught up with the Forrester and went around him, too. What followed, after the Lake Gulch Road turnoff, was a long straight stretch through Castlewood Canyon, and the Z06's chance to see what acceleration she could muster. By the time I entered the downgrade on the far side of Castlewood, I was doing better than 120. And we were both having the time of our life! What a thrill that section of road is! Ah, 83- a road I'm coming to regard as my own proving grounds.

Unfortunately, my rapid romp through the straightaway up through Castlewood Canyon had allowed me to catch up to a white Kia something or other, insistent on doing no more than 55. As we were now approaching Franktown, and the light at the intersection of 83 and 86, I was stuck. The line in the road had gone to solid yellow. We both approached the light (now red), and I felt those same stirrings of claustrophobia I had felt behind the 18-wheeler. (What ever happened to that moving van, anyway?) A few straggler from the south end of Franktown got in line behind me. The wait seemed interminable. Finally, a green light announced our permission to proceed, and I found myself watching the Kia. The driver was periodically flicking something off his fingers. He would flick, stick his hand back into the car, and a few seconds later, start flicking his fingers again. What was this all about? And did I really care to find out? Four miles north of the 86/83 intersection, the solid yellow line relaxed into the familiar morse code, and with no traffic in the southbound direction, I blew by the Kia.

It occurred to me at this point that none of the challenges I had faced tonight (an 18-wheeler big rig, a Subaru Forrester and a Street Sweeper, and a Kia) were hardly in a position to pose the Z06 much of a threat. And I found myself disappointed at this.

At the south end of the Pinery, 83 becomes a four lane highway. I was in the fast lane, and at the light at 83 and North Pinery Parkway, I found myself parked next to Dodge Ram truck, waiting for the green. When the light changed, I leisurely put it into first, but the Ram jumped on it. What the...? He had floored it! Not so fast, my turbo-deisel friend! I quickly shifted to second, red lined it, and by the time I shifted to third, the Ram truck was strugging to maintain a 8 car lengths distance behind me. This same scenario repeated itself for three more lights. I actually think he believed he could take the Z06. Foolish truck driver! The Z is not to be triffled with. A couple of lane changes, and the Ram truck went the way of the 18-wheeler: a shrinking spot on my rear view mirror.

I turned at Lincoln Avenue to head home. The rest of the trip, all of the remaining five minutes, passed quietly and quickly, with the Z06 sighing perceptably as I parked her in my garage. "That was fun! When can we do it again?" she asked me. Soon, baby, I replied unconsciously... as soon as I can manage it.

 

[Tripleblack51]

Patrick,

Well written!! Excellent!!

Thank you for sharing.

I look forward to more of your contributions.

Regards,

Pedro

 

[TODD L GRIFFITH]

Great journal entry. While I was reading, it was like I was on the trip too. I have alot of those same feelings sometimes while driving my Z, and can relate. We are very fortunate to own our cars I agree. To me, it can be a let down somewhat when the sun goes down, and people can't appreciate the time I've spent making her look as perfect as possible. To get me in a better mood, I just shut the stereo off, put the windows down and let that warm 70+ degree night air in. The glow of the turned down HUD, dashlights and the rumble of the Borlas, seems to makes things better. I love it when it's like that.

 

[theblackvette]

Making friends with the Cops!!!!!

Looks like I have a cruising story for ya!

I was feeding the Z06 at the station and all the sudden a sheriff's deputy drives up and stops next to me rolling his window down.

I was like ***k!!!!!!!!! What is this guy gonna bust me for? I thought I was gonna get it for my window tinting as it is WAY to dark for where I live. It is only a matter of time before I get ticketed, and I felt my time was up.

However, he asks me, "What have you done to your vette?" I gave him the list of mods I did and he nodded. I said, "You like vettes, do you have one?" He said no but he has a 2004 SVT Cobra with all sorts of mods. Says he has over 400 hp and takes it to the track. I wanted to be polite and said something like, "Wow, you probably can take my vette and leave me in the dust!" I wanted to make friends with this guy and didn't tell him that with a few more mods I can blow his Cobra away, so I went with the nice reply.

He said, "Yeah, I take these vettes all the time in my Cobra." So I said, "Do you go to the weekly cruise in downtown?" He says, "Yeah, I go every week." I really wasn't planning on going today, but I said, "I wanna see your awesome Cobra" "I'll be there to!" We shook hands and told me what time he will be there. He told me to look for the bright yellow Cobra in the mustang section. We shook hands and he went to the shop to get a drink.

He came back out and recommended McGuires car wax, I think XLT or something. We exchanged some other words about cars and he said he will be looking for me at the cruise-in.

In summary, this is a local cop in my neighborhood. It will be a good guy to know. Maybe he will set me up on a ride along and I can take some spy cam photos!!!! LOL

I'll see if I can get pics of this Cobra and post them in the Z06 Spy Cam thread!

Story to continue............

 

[TODD L GRIFFITH]

Hey Blackvette, HAHAHAHA, I think you are the ticket. (No pun intended.) You are very funny, and we're all are glad to have you here @ C.A.C.! You crack me up, those pics. would be awesome, and very funny especially if he doesn't know you are taking them. Keep us informed.

 

[theblackvette]

Wow! Thanks!

Thanks for the kind comments!

I plan on being there snapping away!!!!!!

Spying on the cop's mustang!

We can look at it and laugh at at!!!!!

Who knows maybe we will be impressed. But have have to say this cop knew a lot about corvettes and mustangs, so I have a feeling this Cobra is gonna be a fighting machine!!!!!!

He says he will be there around 5:30. I am charging up the cam batteries now! Thank goodness I keep that cam with me at all times, just in case when these situations come up!!!!!!

Hey Blackvette, HAHAHAHA, I think you are the ticket. (No pun intended.) You are very funny, and we're all are glad to have you here @ C.A.C.! You crack me up, those pics. would be awesome, and very funny especially if he doesn't know you are taking them. Keep us informed.

 

[Z_OH_6]

Looks like I have a cruising story for ya!

I was feeding the Z06 at the station and all the sudden a sheriff's deputy drives up and stops next to me rolling his window down.

I was like ***k!!!!!!!!! What is this guy gonna bust me for? I thought I was gonna get it for my window tinting as it is WAY to dark for where I live. It is only a matter of time before I get ticketed, and I felt my time was up.

However, he asks me, "What have you done to your vette?" I gave him the list of mods I did and he nodded. I said, "You like vettes, do you have one?" He said no but he has a 2004 SVT Cobra with all sorts of mods. Says he has over 400 hp and takes it to the track. I wanted to be polite and said something like, "Wow, you probably can take my vette and leave me in the dust!" I wanted to make friends with this guy and didn't tell him that with a few more mods I can blow his Cobra away, so I went with the nice reply.

He said, "Yeah, I take these vettes all the time in my Cobra." So I said, "Do you go to the weekly cruise in downtown?" He says, "Yeah, I go every week." I really wasn't planning on going today, but I said, "I wanna see your awesome Cobra" "I'll be there to!" We shook hands and told me what time he will be there. He told me to look for the bright yellow Cobra in the mustang section. We shook hands and he went to the shop to get a drink.

He came back out and recommended McGuires car wax, I think XLT or something. We exchanged some other words about cars and he said he will be looking for me at the cruise-in.

In summary, this is a local cop in my neighborhood. It will be a good guy to know. Maybe he will set me up on a ride along and I can take some spy cam photos!!!! LOL

I'll see if I can get pics of this Cobra and post them in the Z06 Spy Cam thread!

Story to continue............

Cool! Can't wait to see the 'Cop Ride' and the other pics! That wax he speaks of is Meguiar's NXT. It stands, roughly, for the 'Next' Generation. It sprays on. :cool

 

[theblackvette]

Yeah, NXT!!!! That is what it was!

Yeah, I hope we can see the cop's ride. I am sure it is gonna be something else. This guy seemed to know cars and how to race them on a track.

I don't think we will be laughing at his ride but wondering if we can beat it!

I'll photograph anything else of interest while I am there.

I don't think the corvette place is gonna be all that busy. I recall some talking about going to some "cruisefest" for some Brand X forum.

Cool! Can't wait to see the 'Cop Ride' and the other pics! That wax he speaks of is Meguiar's NXT. It stands, roughly, for the 'Next' Generation. It sprays on. :cool

 

[theblackvette]

Any photo requests when I go to the cruise in?????

 

[theblackvette]

Continuation of the "Copper's Ride"

Well, the cop's Cobra did indeed show up at the local cruise in.

Gotta give the guy credit for not being a BS'er! He did show up!

I went to the Mustang corral area and here was his ride. Sure enough, a 2004 SVT Cobra.

Here is a picture:

 

[theblackvette]

This guy thinks he beats Z06's???????

He tells me he goes to the track and pulls like mid 13's but says the car will go much faster. Says it is him that is driving slower. I asked him what mods? Nothing major to mention. Tells me he takes vettes on the road? Huh? Air intake seem like the biggest mod he did. He claims "his buddy" can run in the mid 12's with his with the same mods that is in his yellow Cobra! I am polite and did not get into an argument with the guy. Just nodded my head. Here is another picture:

 

[theblackvette]

Nice people in the Mustang corral though!

The guys in the corral, including the cop, were actually very nice. Sorry to say, but a lot more better than the folks at the Corvette area. Most of the guys in the corvette area are a bunch of cocky sob's who just sit in their chairs talking about lame topics. I wish I could trade out some of the Corvette guys for some Mustang people.

Anyway, another photo. The cop works in my area and I asked him about going on a ride along. He gave me some information on doing that. Pretty cool.

 

[theblackvette]

All in all-car is cool!

But I seriously doubt this Cobra would take a Z06!!!!! I owned a Cobra and it wouldn't even come close to my Z06.

The guy was swell and seems to know a lot about cars. He just loves his Cobra and it shows. Not a scratch or a speckle of dust on it.

He gave me his number and we are going to meet up one day and drive our cars.

I am glad I met this person.

Here is a picture of the engine on his Cobra:

 

[MsSchroder]

Patrick, what a great storyteller you are. That was very enjoyable! I laughed out loud at

what is a man, but a finely tuned machine for turning red wine into urine.

and the "joy of six" remark :L
And WHAT is it with the middle-aged-guys-in-minivans? I, too, have gotten slack-jawed, glassy eyed stares (not directed at me, but at the car) from this type of person, on multiple occasions. And I remember the day when I was that person, with the kids in the minivan, staring longingly at the Z06 at the light, thinking that "if I just hadn't had all these kids, that could be me...."
I think you nailed it on the head. It represents the path that they didn't take. It makes me want to roll down my window and tell them.... YOU CAN HAVE IT BOTH WAYS! Trade in that high-dollar late model SUV on an old minivan. Get the spouse to drive the kids to school every now and then. Hone your persuasive skills and try the argument, "honey, we could sell the house and live in a trailer...." (yes I tried that one too). Take out a home equity line and finance the vette... JUST DO IT! You only live once

Z OH 6, I, too, used to prefer gin martinis to all others (and I still do have a fondness for them). But Patrick opened my eyes to the beauty of the James Bond Martini and I've been drinking nothing else every Friday evening after work. He published the recipe here once.

TBV: surely you jest... Mustang owners nicer than vette owners! the shame of it!

Tammy

 

[Patrick]

Tammy,
Glad you enjoyed my journal entry. I should have another one shortly- I'm going on a cruise today with some friends down to Canon City and back. Should have some interesting stories to tell.

Z OH 6,
Just in case your interested in trying the James Bond Martini, here's the recipe:

6 parts Tanquery Gin
3 parts Grey Goose Vodka
1 part Lillet Blanc Dry White Wine Vermouth

Pour over cracked ice and shake well. Serve straight up in a chilled Martini glass, olives to taste. Enjoy!

-Patrick

 

[MsSchroder]

Tanquery? OH NO! I've bastardized the recipe and didn't even know it! :L
Bombay Sapphire works great too, and even Beefeater in a pinch!
Tammy

Tammy,
Glad you enjoyed my journal entry. I should have another one shortly- I'm going on a cruise today with some friends down to Canon City and back. Should have some interesting stories to tell.

Z OH 6,
Just in case your interested in trying the James Bond Martini, here's the recipe:

6 parts Tanquery Gin
3 parts Grey Goose Vodka
1 part Lillet Blanc Dry White Wine Vermouth

Pour over cracked ice and shake well. Serve straight up in a chilled Martini glass, olives to taste. Enjoy!

-Patrick