I suppose that since I have never owned a Chevrolet Corvette, I may be
a bit out of line with this column. However, since I am the "Senior
Columnist" of My Daily Driver.com, I pretty much can speak my mind.
Normally, the Daily Drives column begins with,I was driving my car last week... and we reflect upon a singular moment frozen in time. For this particular entry, I did have an "incident" occur during my drive last week involving a Chevrolet Corvette. The "incident" is unimportant, just a typical jerk manuver in rush-hour traffic. To appreciate what prompted this column you need to understand my lifelong experience with owners of 'Vettes. As long as I can remember, there has been a division, a separation if you will, between the owners of stout muscle cars, classic cruisers, daily drivers and the owners of Corvettes. Be advised, I do not suffer from 'Vette-envy. Never had, never will. In my opinion, since 1971, Chevrolet has kept the moniker of "The only true American Sportscar" alive only by "borrowing" existing styling and targeting unfulfilled adults with money to burn. Sound harsh? We'll let the record speak for itself. I have never been a "Fortunate Son". I never hung out with the "fellows" down at the country club. My buddies and I drove Impalas, Coronets or some other steel tonage from Detroit. In addition, we were "known" by the local law enforcement community. Growing up, I only knew one guy my age who owned a Corvette. His dad owned the Chevy dealership in Altoona. He drove a 'Vette and he was a jerk.  continued...
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Daily Drives is a monthly column relating experiences driving these old cars.
| "I do not suffer from 'Vette-envy. Never had, never will. " |
