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If you can’t tell by scrolling down the comment threads, I love this car. Everything about it from its power, its performance, to its incredible looks. I was a huge fan of the Stingray as a kid, but as a teen and even into my 20’s I couldn’t stand the stagnation of the cheap, plasticy looks we got from the C5 and C6. When Chevy finally got their heads out of their ass for the C6 ZR1 that childhood wonder started to creep back up a bit. It looked sharper, went faster, and put America back in the running for supercar performance.
Then the C7 was announced. My jaw dropped, literally. The sharp lines, the sleek profile, and the aggressive face and rear made my neck snap as I did a double take. I remember thinking, “This is the sexiest car ever made.” I was excited that the Stingray was back and that I didn’t have to look at a C6 with disdain ever again (in fact the C7 kind of made me appreciate the older models a little more). When the Z06 came out, I repeated that same line, “This is the sexiest car ever made.” Then I learned about the mind-boggling stats and my heart skipped a beat. I vowed on that day that I would have one, and in 3-4 years I will certainly make that happen.
3-4 years gives me ample time to put myself in a good position financially and will also give Chevy time to tune it and make it even better (I’m willing to bet by 2018 they’ll squeeze another 25 horse out of it). This is my favorite car not only because of the history I have with Corvette admiration, but because it’s the first dreamcar I’ve had that I won’t have to donate all my organs to afford.
Am I gushing? I think I’m gushing.