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MsSchroder said:
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! :D
Tammy
Wow, how cool is that! Thanks Tammy and Patrick, I'll try this out this Memorial Day weekend, maybe while watching the Indy 500. I have and use all those ingredients. Lilke you, Tammy, I love Beefeater and Bombay Sapphire and have been currently mixing martoonies with Tangueray Gin. Heretofore I've just used the gin, enough to nearly fill the martini glass, and mixed in just enough Martini and Rossi vermouth to fill a gnat's teacup. Many thanks I'll report back on the results.
 
Yes, I agree. It is pitiful that most of the vette drivers at this cruise in are lamers. This does not mean that the rest of the vette owners out there have the same personality.

These guys here have no personality. They talk a lot of bs and topics that are so lame! Who cares about John's kidney stone operation. Or Aunt Bess's gall bladder operation.

They seem to never talk about cars, but rather how the local restaurant is so expensive and ripping them off.

Then the ones that talk about their car brag about their times which most of them don't even bring the paperwork to back up their claims. Sounds like your typical fishing stories. If you run in the low 11's bring the damn paperwork to prove it. I say where are your times? Oh, I left them at home. Get out of my face then with your stupid stories! The mustang people ALWAYS seem to have their paperwork! Why is that?

What a bunch of lamers! I just park my vette. Raise my hood and walk away. I head out to the other corrals. I think I may park my vette with the other Mustangs next time. Some vettes do that and I am beginning to understand why. Pathetic isn't it?
 
BlackVette,
Where was the cruise in? Looks a lot like a place in Dayton, OH we used to go to. The Cobra does look nice. Seems that I make it too late to the local cruise in. By the time I arrive, seems that it's mostly ricers. Oh well, maybe I'll make it earlier one of these days. By the way, my computer crashed awhile back and I lost a lot of my links. I've a couple more photos for your site if you're interested. What was the link again?

Cheers,
:beer
 
There is an easier site to upload photos....
Goto www.photobucket.com

It is free and you can downsize them there! Give it a try!!!!

As for where I live....
I let people guess. Check out my photos!!!!! It is quite easy. LOL
 
Yep. You're right. I grew up a little over 200 miles north, northwest of you. Hope to make it back some day. No personal property tax on your car and no front license plates. Yes, the simple things in life do make me happy. :) :) :)

Is the cruise in a weekly thing or once in awhile? The blue convertible Vette with the cantilevered hood looked mean. Couldn't tell what year it was.

:cool
 
BV,

The cop has you "made". He's been stalking you and just waiting for you to do the BIG traffic violation so he can bust you for the window tint, doing 164 in a school zone, animal cruelty by having the parrot on your fender at 164, and who knows what else. Hide your car for a month!!!


theblackvette said:
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 pics. Blackvette. Hey why don't both you guys show up some day and drive each other's car. That way he can find out how slow his Cobra is, without you hurting his feelings! :SLAP
 
HEY FORD LOVER.. GET that FORD off this Corvette site!!!

Just like a Ford owner always wanting to show them UGLY MUS-HOSSES..

YUK YUK YUK
 
I plan on exactly doing that!!!!!!

TODD L GRIFFITH said:
Cool pics. Blackvette. Hey why don't both you guys show up some day and drive each other's car. That way he can find out how slow his Cobra is, without you hurting his feelings! :SLAP
 
Cruise in meets every week!

Don't remember the year of the blue convertible, though!

ScatRat said:
Yep. You're right. I grew up a little over 200 miles north, northwest of you. Hope to make it back some day. No personal property tax on your car and no front license plates. Yes, the simple things in life do make me happy. :) :) :)

Is the cruise in a weekly thing or once in awhile? The blue convertible Vette with the cantilevered hood looked mean. Couldn't tell what year it was.

:cool
 
Oh, and here I was hoping Tony's Torch and BV could get along in a thread if we distracted them. What was I thinking?

I need to compose my journal entry about today's drive and dine... BUT! I have a few pics I snapped of the day. I'll tease you with this one of the Sangre de Christos. (If Colorado isn't heaven, it has the same zip code.)
 
Who the heck is Tonys Torch?

:D

CORed91 said:
Oh, and here I was hoping Tony's Torch and BV could get along in a thread if we distracted them. What was I thinking?

I need to compose my journal entry about today's drive and dine... BUT! I have a few pics I snapped of the day. I'll tease you with this one of the Sangre de Christos. (If Colorado isn't heaven, it has the same zip code.)
 
Okay, new journal entry. This one happened yesterday: a "Drive and Dine Cruise." Great way for a group of Corvette folks to get together and enjoy a holiday weekend!

I'm going to have to come back and edit this entry: I have several pics of the day to supplement the story telling, but I need to upload them somewhere and then import them into the text, since showing them one by one would probably exhaust my alotment of picture space. Stay tuned for those!

 
Memorial Day "Drive & Dine"

Saturday morning, and I find myself heading to Colorado Springs to join our local "non-club," and my fellow "non-members" on a Drive and Dine cruise through some scenic southern Colorado roadways. The group assembles and arrives at the Van Briggle Pottery Art Building parking lot, off Highway 24 in the Springs with a collection of C3's, C4's and C5's. The group is a collection of folks who gather socially, rather than being a part of club with dedicated fees and charter rules and treasury dues and elected officers. None of that, we simply gather periodically to enjoy each other's company and put our cars through their paces.

Van Briggle is the usual place for meeting. An old historic structure, it once served as the terminus for the railroads taking folks from Colorado Springs up to Cripple Creek, on backside of Pikes Peak during the active days of mining in the early 20th Century. As a result, it has a nice, wide parking area and it's conveniently located near the Highway 24/Interstate 25 interchange in the southern part of Colorado Springs. This is important, because we have members from all over the Front Range, making it a central location for all of us.

The day started with everyone gathering, shaking hands and renewing acquaintances- for some, this was the first "event" of the season after the long winter and spring. But the cars and the road beckoned, and we all hit the road to head south.

First Leg: Colorado Springs to Pueblo.
The roars of the exhausts of nearly 20 Corvettes ranging in age from brand new (one of the participants had a 2004 Convertible with temporary tags on it) to almost 20 years old (the oldest vehicle there was a 1976 shark) filled the morning air and startled more than one bird of the trees. In formation, we headed off towards I-25 and went south. The further out of Colorado Springs we got, the lighter the traffic became. We were quite a site- a long line of Corvettes moving like noisy train through the southern Colorado plains.


The distance between Colorado Springs and Pueblo is not far: only about 40 miles as the crow flies. And once you get past the outskirts of Fountain, and the Pikes Peak International Raceway, there's really nothing but farmland. It allowed us to get some speed and hit the north end of Pueblo with a bit of a tailwind.

A short leg, we arrived in Pueblo at the Highway 50 interchange, after only about 30 minutes driving. But this planned short leg had a specific purpose- this was going to be the last chance to gas up for a while, and many of our participants availed themselves of the opportunity to fill up with the relatively cheaper fuel prices in Pueblo: the 91 octane was only $2.09/gallon at the Diamond Shamrock. A bit of food, a bit of soda, and a pit stop for the drivers and passengers, and the group headed on its way again.

Second Leg: Pueblo to Florence
Highway 50 is a four-lane highway that stretches between Pueblo and Canon City (pronounced "can-yon," with the with the softened "n" sound, even though officially, it doesn't use the "~" accent mark over the "n"). We weren't going all the way to Canon City in this leg.


Almost at once, it became clear why this road was four lanes: the traffic for almost the entire stretch was thick and aggravating, if anything, made worse by the fact that this is a holiday weekend. Long, flat, straight stretches of road that otherwise offered an ideal chance to push the speed a bit were tempered by the volume of traffic on the road. Worse, our caravan was being carved up by the traffic- we were no longer one long line of corvettes, we were getting broken up into smaller and smaller groups, and each group struggled to keep sight of the group in front of us. Only our leader, an officer with the Canon City PD driving his black on black 2003 Coupe, knew exactly where we were headed, and if we lost sight of him… best not think about that.

Fortunately, our fearless leader and trailblazer sensed what was happening, and pulled off the road under the bridge-overpass for the Highway 115 cutoff. The line was reformed! Onward we could roll!

He strolled down the line of Vettes, telling us all what to look for, and keep sight of the Vette in front you. Our turn was coming up quickly, and in all this traffic, it would be easy to miss it. Our turn ended up being a left onto McKenzie Road, a rural two-laner connecting Highway 50 with the back door into Florence. And it did come up quickly. Fortunately, we lost no stragglers in the transition.

Now, here was one of those curious stories you'll only find when you get off the main roads. I guess I was about six cars behind of the lead vehicle. In front of him was an early '70s Cadillac Eldorado in bright red. Un-intimidated by a long line of Corvettes behind him, he stayed in front of us all the way into Florence. I only paid partial attention to him until I saw him turn off in front of us into a trailer park court. As I drove by, I watched him pull into a parking space in front of a trailer home, in a space obviously meant for him. The guy must have liked those early 70's Eldorados, because he had four of them parked in front of this trailer, all in bright red. Go figure.
 
Third Leg: Florence to Westcliffe.
Our arrival in Florence meant another pit stop. (Some of the older members of our entourage had relatively weak bladders, it seems.) Florence is an old farm town, rejuvenated somewhat in the 80's by the arrival of the prison industry. Between Canon City and Florence, there are something like five prisons (state and federal penitentiaries.) Timothy McVeigh, the convicted Oklahoma City Bomber, was housed at one of them for a while, while his trial in Federal Court was being conducted in Denver.


The most interesting thing about Florence is the contrast it gives you. Driving down the main street of this farm town, you had a tattoo and body-piercing parlor sitting next to an antique/collectibles store. The "Green Lizard Lounge," a place that looked pretty seedy, judging by the lack of windows in the place, sat next to a coffee shop. Florence: a nice place to visit, but I'm not sure I would want to live there.

Getting back in our vehicles after a timely stretch of the legs, we headed back on the path we came into town on, in order to take the Highway 67 cutoff. Now, some fun could be had. Our route took us through the San Isabel National Forest, and into the Hardscrabble Pass through the Wet Mountains.

I don't know why they're called the "Wet" Mountains, things looked pretty dry to me. But Hardscrabble Pass is a place you have to see to believe. Before entering the pass, we lined up and allowed a gap between each car of about a minute. This is where we were going to put up a bit of speed, and those gaps were important.

Hardscrabble appears to have gotten its name by the short radius left and right curves one has through narrow gaps of rock outcroppings. It appears when you drive it at speed, your words get a little jumbled the same way the bag of tiles in Scrabble do. My turn for launch finally arrived, and I rifled through the gears rapidly. At one point, I found my speed at better than 110, and the Corvette in front of me was nowhere to be seen. A curve to the left here, followed by a quick curve to the right, and the whole time, the canyon appeared to almost be closing in on you- doing its best to trap you. What I remember experiencing was a rapidly beating heart, mouth beginning to dry as I attempted to lick my lips, perspiration forming on my palms as I gripped the steering wheel, and riveted attention on what this rocky canyon was going to throw at me next: speed and concentration under these conditions can be stressful! Not to worry, there is only one place this road leads, and I knew I'd catch everyone on the far side.

We did have one interesting encounter on this road. While getting lined up, a sand colored mini-van angrily blew by our line of Corvettes. We, in turn, each blew by the octogenarian driving it at high rates of speed. I guess the old lady driving the car thought she was being attacked, as Corvette after Corvette blew by her at speeds in the 90's. One of our entourage mentioned that as he passed her, he noticed her in panic mode, frantically calling someone on her cell phone. Who was she calling? Apparently Johnny Law. You see, as we came out the far side and arrived in Westcliffe, with our accelerated heart rates still experiencing an adrenaline upsurge from the speeds and curves we had just navigated, we came across a sudden, unexpected slow down.

Breaks got hit hard, gears got downshifted, and exhausts roared their disapproval of this trip in their stride. We nonchalantly strolled into Westcliffe at a paltry 35 MPH, and as we entered town, we all noticed it: a white Dodge Durango with green stripes painted on the side accompanying the words "Custer County Sheriff." (Only in Colorado will you have a "Custer County.") We again stopped at local convenience store/gas station to allow the end of line to make it through Hardscrabble Pass and join us. As we did, the Sheriff's deputy in the Durango approached the last car in the line and told us to keep the speeds down: they had gotten a panicked phone call from someone further up the road about a line of crazy Corvette drivers flying around like the world was coming to an end.

Yes, officer. Of course, officer. We meant no offense, officer. He let the lot of us off with a warning. To add insult to injury, we all politely waived at the lady in the mini-van as she puttered by. (My guess is she's the local County Clerk and Recorder, and will be letting the Sheriff know how upset she is that we beat that rap.)

Fourth Leg: Westcliffe to Canon City.
By now, it was coming up on 1:00 PM, and some of us were getting hungry. The "Dine" part of the "Drive and Dine" happened at the end, and a few of us were eager to get there. So we saddled up and hit Highway 69, which took us the rest of the way to complete the loop back to Highway 50 on the west side of Canon City.


Ah, but 69 was a peaceful, rollicking jaunt. It paralleled the Sangre De Christos- the mountain range that marks the boundary between Custer County and Sagauche County. Its another reminder of what makes Colorado such a scenic state- poetry has been written about such amazing vistas. After the tense ride through Hardscrabble Pass, no one was particularly inclined to really push things on this stretch of road- we all settled into a nice clip, and allowed the road to roll itself out in front of us, beckoning us onward through its dramatic landscape. (How's that for poetic? Granted, it's not "purple mountains majesty," but it does give the road a nice character.)

Sadly, all good things must end, and as we hit Hillside, the road moved in a more directly northern route up to Texas Creek. This is where we rejoined Highway 50 at another distinctly scenic point- west of Canon City, the road runs parallel to the Arkansas River. Sadly, the distinct lack of snowfall over the last few years has left the Arkansas quite low. That didn't stop a few white water rafters from going out there. It's just a shame they didn't have more challenging rapids to navigate. I tried to get some pictures of the white water rafters as we passed them, but every time I spotted some, and then reached for my camera, I had come upon them too quickly and the view was eclipsed by the road, itself. And my fellow caravaners were not to stop for something as mundane to Coloradoans as pictures of white water rafters.

We did pull off the road for a bit, while our fearless leader attempted to see if he could pull some strings and get us a pass to cross the Royal Gorge Bridge. He actually had to climb back into his car and head up to a road stop to us the phone- in the narrow Arkansas River valley, there was no cell phone service to be had. I snapped a picture of the line of us pulled over on the side of Highway 50 just as he flew by making his way to a phone- that's a picture I couldn't duplicate again if I tried.

Sadly, no free pass over the Royal Gorge was to be had. We could cross the old wood plank bridge, but only if we wanted to pay $7 per person. That's not per car, that's per person to cross the bridge. $14 for Vettes with two passengers! We decided we'd see the bridge another day when we could arrange a better group deal. So we pressed on, and our fearless leader had another trick up his sleeve: Skyline Drive.

This is a specifically scenic route that comes with a warning: no vehicles over 20-feet in length are permitted on this road, by order of the Canon City PD. And with good reason! The road is a one-lane path that follows the crest of a series of continuous mesas. In some places, the road has absolutely no shoulder- you go off the road, and fall a long, long way. In other places, it widens out a little. The official posted speed limit on this road is 15 MPH. The Canon City PD claims the road is self-enforcing. The only people who challenge that speed limit generally end up regretting it (that's if they survive the fall.)

Now, this was some white knuckle driving at low speeds!

The road leads you out to a local street in a residential neighborhood, and all of the sudden, you're in Canon City. That means one thing- it's barbecue time! Food!

A line of hungry Corvette folks navigated the streets of Canon City to find "Big Burger World," a local mom-and-pop outdoor restaurant that features deep pit barbecue on Saturdays. What a treat! Devouring our meals, we compared notes about the trip, the brush with the long arm of Custer County's law, and the beautiful weather we had.

Handshakes and goodbyes followed, as one by one, our entourage split up and went their separate ways back home. Our Vettes may be more bug-splattered for the trip, but the comradeship and stories of the trip more than made up for it. A very enjoyable day!
 
Awesome!!!!!!

Dude, your work is awe inspiring!
I enjoyed reading every sentence!!!!
Damn-you are good! Seriously, you need to write a book or something!

The Wet Mountains! It would be interesting to find out how they got that name!!!! LOL

Looking forward to the pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Checking In From Silverthorne, CO

theblackvette said:
Dude, your work is awe inspiring!
I enjoyed reading every sentence!!!!
Damn-you are good! Seriously, you need to write a book or something!

The Wet Mountains! It would be interesting to find out how they got that name!!!! LOL

Looking forward to the pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/QUOTE]

Well, thank you, BV. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I decided to turn the long weekend into a long vacation week, so I've logged in from deep in the Rocky Mountains on a little vacation. Ah, Silverthorne! Skier's paradise... I even ran into snow on the way up here. (My Z06 is not happy with me: she doesn't have a garage up here.)

I'll do a further search for a place to upload my pics to when I get back. Stay Tuned!

-Patrick
 
You know, I thought about posting a journal entry here on my trip up to Silverthorne, but it wasn't a fun trip. All day Sunday we were looking at fierce winds on the front range, and the closer you got to the mountains, the worse they got. I struggled to hold the vette on a steady course- and thankfully, I had a better time of it than all the SUV's with high wind profiles getting blown across a lane by 60 mph gusts.

Once I got past all that, and truly up into the high country, I had to deal with snow squalls. Imagine! Snow, two days before the first day of June! Welcome to spring time in the Rocky Mountains.

-Patrick
 
CORed91 said:
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.
Here's one from this evening. My wife and I took a leisurely drive up the Foothills Parkway, near where we live, to watch the sunset. This time of the year the Parkway presents breathtaking sights, literally right and left. Finally dressed in green again, the trees have their normal color back and the brown, drab winter's sleep is over. The views to the northwest and west portray a color show as the sun loses its last grasp of the sky and presents its red, orange and pinks like a drunken painter as he splashes his paint recklessly on a canvas. I hoped to capture part of that with the Corvette somewhere in the camera's frame. To our immediate left were brief glimpses of the Smoky Mountains as we passed open areas of treeline. But part way up the mountain we spotted what appeared to be a Model T. We followed for a little while, amazed at our good fortune. Really, how many of them do you still see today chugging up a hill like someone turned back the hands of time and forgot to let us in on the joke. In high range high, it had no problem negotiating the rather steep incline or the tight curves it encountered on its brisk little way upward. I forgot to ask if they did so for our benefit but they pulled into a pull-over, we assumed, to let us by. We followed. Charles and Carol were just the nicest folks. They live in the area and were on their way home. "Is that a '23 T?" I asked. "A 25 roadster", Carol replied. We talked about the little Ford and how Charles modified it to haul more things that in its original configuration. The man was a wealth of automotive knowledge, especially on the subject of Model T's and Model A's. I asked if I could take a couple photos and they were delightful and responsive in their answer. Here are the resulting photos.

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We were also able to take a shot of the Z as the sun melted through the clouds and proclaimed the end of a colorful and fun drive.

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Excellent post, Z_Oh_6!

That's the spirit! Thank you for sharing those pics!
-Patrick
 

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