Where to begin. I am a driver by heart. If I am going somewhere with someone, I am the one who wants to drive. I have put numerous amounts of miles on my car doing so, causing issues with leases by going over miles, but it is who I am. Something about being behind the wheel and the open road is just a feeling that I cannot ever give up. My dad is similar but not to the extent that I am when it comes to it, but he is still the one who wants to drive when possible. Growing up, my dad was a car guy at heart. He worked in an auto detail shop, learned everything he could from anyone he could, and taught me everything I know about cars (brakes, oil changes, fuel lines, head gaskets, etc). After I was born, he ended up being diagnosed with MS which caused him to have to give up what he loved for a government desk job. Although he is functional to a degree, he still has a lot of lag when it comes to movement, but thankfully was never fully debilitated from it. He has always had his eye on getting a 1967 Corvette Stingray. It has been his dream car since he was younger and never cared about what it looked like as he would build it from the frame up if that was the case. He has found numerous ones throughout the years, but never one that was in the right price range or was not a total loss that would be more work than it would be worth.
Fast forward to 3 years ago when he (thanks to the internet) found one that was about 150 miles from our home. I decided that I would go with him on the trip so he would not be bored out of his mind in the car. He still drives a 2004 Chevy Impala due in part to me totaling his Monte Carlo, whereas I drive a hatchback that he hates driving in. I am not keen on his car driving that far, so I opted to rent a car for us. I tried to find something that we could have fun with, but couldn’t find anything within 50 miles that would suffice, so I reached out to a friend that works for GM to see if he could help out. The position he is in gives him a decent amount of abilities to be able to help out, so he contacted me back to see if a 2015 Chevy Corvette z06 would work. I jumped at the opportunity like any reasonable person would.
I headed over to my parents home early in the morning after picking the car up, telling him that I had a surprise for him while I was on the way. The look on his face when I pulled up in a cherry red z06 was priceless. I hopped out, tossed him the keys and told him that we need to be “careful” (as much as someone can be with 650hp).
That drive was one to remember. We took the long way to get to the sellers home, making sure to find the windiest road possible and one that would allow us to open it up and see what it was made of. He was like a kid in a candy store, wide eyed on every shift, topping it out at speeds I was surprised he could handle, and having an all around good time. By the time we got to the sellers home, we had gone through 2 tanks of fuel, but it was well worth it. The deal ended up not going through because of some frame damage, and he is still on the prowl for his elusive '67, but that day was spent tearing around Michigan in a car neither of us will plan on owning anytime, all while laughing and smiling along the way.