In 1983, ween they came out, I could still bike to the Chevy dealer downtown. I had seen the new 'vette in magazines, but did one make it to my small little burg? Actually, one did. It was gold, and hidden away ion the service department. They weren't quite ready to display it. Unlike the Porsche/Toyota dealer, or those pricks a t Century Buick, the salesman actually talked to me, and invited me to go in back and check it out. No hovering, no sighs of exasperation. No elitist static because a 20 year old on a ten speed was NOT going to be buying this car (especially with thousands in "additional dealer markup"/"market price adjustment" next to the Maroney).So there I was, in the middle of their service bay with all access (as long as i didn't need the key) to a brand new Vette. Yes, the headlights were stupid, but the 235° deployment was pure genius.The engine and suspension were from another planet, compared to my (then-offline) Fury.
The dash was cooler than Buck Rogers and dorky, safe, malaise exterior styling aside, Erin Gray in a jumpsuit could ride shotgun any time.
|And I even like the color...|