2002 Chevrolet Corvette Z06: Had a Bad Day
June 10, 2010
Yesterday wasn't a good one for me. It started early with dude flaking on me for stuff I'm selling on Craigslist followed by a crazy lady driving the wrong way up a freeway entrance on my way in to work.
After nearly a 14 hour day of work I got back to the office from a shoot around 9:30pm. I put all my gear away and was ready to leave the office a half hour later when realized I left my keys in the car I shot. Which left with the editor. I called my lady and she didn't answer. I called the Editor and he didn't answer. (Insert loud French expletive).
Realizing I was stuck at the office late at night after a crappy day was the turd cherry to my poo-poo Sundae. I wandered upstairs in desperation to see if there were any cars left and there, shimmering in the darkened office, were the keys to the Z06. To say I was in a bad mood was an understatement. The Z06 was the antidote.
Sitting at the light waiting to get onto the freeway I was fuming. The light turned green and I punched that gas hard. The headlights splashed back and forth across the road as I broke the end out in a cloud of smoke. I ripped through first to near the rev limiter, blowing past a taxi on the entrance ramp like he was standing still. Pumped it through second gear, screamed through to third and I blazed down the 10. A big grin spread across my face as I shifted into fourth on the empty freeway.
The sound of that American beauty when it's running hard is pretty sweet. When you ease it down into fourth the snarling Pit Bull of an engine settles down into its bed and becomes a calm, submissive puppy.
By the time I made it home, I didn't care about the bad day I had. My lady let me in the house and everything was good. Thanks, Z06. You really know how to cheer me up.
Scott Jacobs, Senior Photographer