I Love Corvettes!!!!

rkc submitted 476 days ago

As a young man in my early 20's I had a job installing computer hardware/softare at car dealerships across the southern U.S. One day I was sent to a dealership where the owner of the dealership proudly displayed, on the showroom floor, his vintage fully-restored Chevrolet Corvette with a heavily modified engine. After working for several days within feet of this beast I begged the Sales Manager to allow me to take a ride in the vehicle with one of his salesmen as I had never had the opportunity to even sit in one of them much less ride around in one.

He explained that the dealership owner only allowed one individual to drive the car, but that he could take me for a short drive during my lunch break. We had barely gotten out of sight of the dealership when I somehow managed to convince the salesman to let me drive the "mean machine". Needless to say a decade's worth of hot-rod dreams and fantasies came to life as the blower sticking out of the hood of that Corvette was more tempation than I could control.

The much older salesman sitting beside me was simply terrified as I became Richard Petty and John Force, both rolled into one crazed individual behind the wheel of a vehicle I had only seen in hot-rod magazine articles. Unfortunately, the highway patrolman in the un-marked cruiser that I passed took a dim view to my antics and after pulling his cruiser alongside us and knowing that the car belonged to the local dealership instructed me to return the vehicle to the dealership at safer speeds (with a smile on his face) and with the benefit of his escort.

As I drove the Corvette onto the showroom floor, in full view of the dealership owner, I knew that I was on borrowed time. The owner spoke with the highway patrolman who undoubtedly relayed my driving habits in full living color and after a quick phone call to my boss I was officially fired.

I did my best to exonerate the poor salesman that was along for the ride-from-hell. The highway patrolman never did write me a ticket or a warning. I had a dead-end job and I knew it. Today, many years later, I can barely remember the duties I performed on that mundane job, but I can vividly remember every minute of my impromptu road rally race and the smile on the patrolman's face who undoubetdly understood my irrestible compulsion.

Was it worth it? You betcha!!!!!