After an extended Sunday evening drive in the Vette… I noticed a black Cadillac SUV with blacked out windows following me the last mile or so. I wasn’t sure if it was secret service or not, but things got a little more weird when I turned into my sub division and the SUV quickly turned in behind me. About a block in, I pulled over to the side of the road to see what would happen… and sure enough, the SUV stops right next to me. As the passenger window slowly lowered, I heard a voice asking… “Is that thing for sale?” It seems the young lad was so taken by it’s beauty that buying the car crossed his mind. He began asking a lot of questions. Wanted to know what year it was, etc., and was surprised the car was an automatic because it “sounded like a 4-speed from the last light.” (I often shift my TH400 manually.)
In the end… I’m sure he wasn’t all that serious about buying it, but I felt good that the old C3 turned a head and maybe inspired a soon-to-be Corvette enthusiast. Is the car for sale? No way… I’ll just be backing it into the garage, wiping it down, covering it up, and keeping it for another 20 or 30 years!