My Day with Thirty Seven Stingray Corvettes.

Published by Mike on September 28, 2013

I remember when I first drove a Corvette. It was my dad’s 96 GrandSport coupe with 350 miles on the clock. The following day was the second day I ever drove stick and it was in my homecoming parade with the queen on the roof and two other girls packed in the passenger seat. It’s a miracle I didn’t wipe out the entire marching band in front of me, or stall sending the brave girl above into the closest bass drum. This morning I had the same excitement I had when I woke up to at the age of 16 to take the GrandSport to pick up the homecoming queen. Today I’m going to drive the new Stingray.