2014 Chevrolet Corvette: Number 23
October 16, 2013
This is all very uncomfortable for me.
For one thing, I'm on camera. There's a live view of me standing around behind our new 2014 Corvette. I'm getting requests to wave and smile. Oh, and tweet for us, Kurt. I feel like I'm on display as much as the Corvettes. The second thing that's making me uncomfortable is the Corvette itself. It's pristine. Like, perfect. I get uncomfortable around perfect.
We're also spending way too much time around this car. Press cars come and go. Some of them are fairly well used by the time we get them, but as a photographer, I'm usually in and out of them before I know how to pair my phone. What I'm getting at is, I never develop a personal connection with a press car. There's simply no time. Today, I have more time than I like.
The factory tour doesn't help much either. Our amiable guide, Ron, walks us through the lines pointing out guys he used to work with and talking about the friendships he's made over the years. He introduces us to the workers. They ask us about the car we've bought. If they painted the car, we're asked about the color. If they installed the driveline, they ask us which transmission we chose. Everyone is interested. They want us to be happy. Damn. I just want to get on the road.
But wait, Ron won't let us skip the museum tour. I suppose we shouldn't, as this is the Corvette Museum after all and it all starts off as you'd expect. There's a cutout of Roy Orbison standing near a car he used to own. There's a history of the car's logo. But just around the corner, it got weird. This is the final resting place of Zora Arkus-Duntov...and his wife. Their ashes are sitting in the museum, complete with an unopened bottle of champagne and two glasses.
The fantastic Astro II XP-880 goes some way to erase the weirdness, as does the near cathedral that houses many important models from throughout the years but all this is starting to get a bit heavy. In the religion of automobiles, this is a mecca and the Corvette is the prophet.
I shake it off as Ron leads us back to Number 23. We are then party to other new owners getting ushered out of the showroom to a standing ovation. For some, this was their life's work. A dream finally realized. For Dan and I, it was just another car. Or was it?