Corvette Love – Planting the Vette Seed at a Young Age

Where my Corvette fascination began
Where my Corvette fascination began

So, for as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted a Corvette. What little boy (or girl for that matter) doesn’t?

Now, I was born way back in 1976, but my first recollection of actually SEEING a Corvette in person wasn’t until about 1986 or so, and boy was it a beauty. One of my father’s friends at that time (who will remain nameless, since he may or may not have been a pedophile) had a beautiful mid-60’s vette. I’d like to say it was a 1967 – though I may be off by a year or two – but I definitely remember it being a beautiful cherry red convertible… and I loved that car! I also remember the *nameless* owner telling me he’d give me a ride in it (which I never got) and that he’d save it for me when I got older (which he didn’t) – but if I ever saw him again (which I won’t), I’d have to thank him.

I never got that ride and I never got that car from him – but what I *did* get from him was the Corvette-bug – which has remained with me my entire life.

Growing up in Staten Island, NY in the 80’s and 90’s, I didn’t have the opportunity to see a lot of Corvettes up close and in person. IROC-Zs I’d see every day. Ford Mustang’s were a dime a dozen. And you couldn’t walk down a single street without seeing at least one white Monte Carlo. And every single one of these cars would have a bad tint job, obnoxious rims, a trunk full of woofers, tweeters, and any other device that would tweak up the bass levels… and of course, be blasting some cheesy freestyle, hip-hop, or rap music.

They were all guido-heaven… but they weren’t *my* heaven.

I’d have to find other ways to feed my Vette fascination and reach Corvette-nirvana.

For sure, there was that short-lived TV show, Stingray, in the mid-80’s, that featured the Corvette. There were some movies, “Death Race 2000“, “Corvette Summer“, and “Less Than Zero” – come to mind, that also featured Vette in some shape or form. And of course there were the posters and magazines… these were abundant and always seem to feature a beautiful Corvette.

It was in the pages of those magazines (and in the posters you’d find as prizes on the Seaside Heights boardwalk in NJ), that I was able to begin cultivating the Corvette seed that the (possible) pedophile had planted.

Please ride with me and join me on my journey with my Corvette – we will be visiting destinations near and far (and will include plenty of non-Corvette love as well).

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