I had my first opportunity to drive a Corvette when I was in my early twenties. I was counter help in the parts department of a Chevy dealership in Northeast, Ohio. From my daily vantage point at the parts counter, I’d frequently see both new-and-used Corvettes being pulled into the dealership’s service department. Whenever one was pulled in for service, I’d rush out see it. Over time it became common knowledge that I had more than a passing interest in these cars.
It was behind the wheel of a 1995 Corvette (like this one) that I first got to experience the thrill of driving a Corvette.
One afternoon, as I stood talking to one of the service technicians about a car he was working on, I was asked to take a 1995 Corvette coupe out for a post-service test-drive. While this was common practice at the dealership, it was not normally my responsibility. However, one of the vehicle porters in our service department who had frequently seen me drooling over these cars whenever one came in for service asked me if I wanted to “take it out for a ride.” It was an experience that would change my life forever.
