A Spin In A Corvette Fulfilled A Writer’

A Spin In A Corvette Fulfilled A Writer’s Dream, And Cemented A Friendship
By Stephanie Georgopulos

I always thought my first love was Aladdin. But that was before I laid eyes on a #Chevrolet Corvette. I was 8 and nowhere near driving age, but once I saw a bright red vette pull up next to my father’s yawn-inducing beige sedan, I knew what a real car was supposed to look like. I think every kid grows up with an idea of what the perfect car should be, and from that moment on, I’d found my ideal. It was etched in exhaust—the Corvette was it.
I spent years swooning over vintage Stingrays, imagining wind blowing through my hair every time a convertible zoomed by. Once my family moved up north from the city to Rockland County, New York, where people relied on their cars rather than public transportation, I got my Corvette fix more regularly. They were everywhere—riding alongside the bus that transported me to school, racing along the freeway, parked in shopping mall lots. I was all the happier for it.

But I was never more in love with the Corvette than the day—years later—that I got to ride in one. I was new to town and had few close friends in high school. When my friend J. invited me over to her place after school, I jumped at the opportunity. Little did I know that this invitation would lead to one of the most memorable car rides of my life.
When we got to J.’s house, her father was in the garage hammering away at a woodworking project. To his left was a car with a tan cover on it. After introducing me to her father, I asked J. what was beneath the cover. Her father proudly chimed in.
“It’s my Corvette,” he said. “1967. Much older than you girls.”
I couldn’t hide my excitement. “Can I see it? Do you mind?”
Her dad stood up from his workbench, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Of course not. J., help me with the cover.”

Continue reading >>> http://ow.ly/s1RkT


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s