For those unaware, CorvSport.com achieved a major milestone in the middle of July 2020.
We have officially passed 75,000 likes and follows on our FaceBook Social Media Group!
To celebrate, what we’re planning to do for our August news cycle is to gather and share the craziest, zaniest, weirdest, or just plain coolest Corvette related stories our followers have.
Did you blow up a Corvette C3 engine and have to drive all the way across America to get a replacement, and found a lifelong Corvette friend?
Did you modify your Corvette and put in the blood, sweat, scraped knuckles, and tears to have an 8-second quarter-mile monster?
Did you go to a Corvette meetup for the first time and have one of the rarest cars show up, like one of the Indianapolis 500 pace cars?
If so, let us know! Comment on this post using the form at the bottom of this page, or reply to the FaceBook posting. Our writers and staff will select the best of the best, and once or twice a week will post them up.
So tell us, what is your craziest Corvette story?
In short, always wanted a Vette. In 1995, I was living in New Orleans and we had over 20″ of rain in 8 hours. In the flooding, a co-worker who had a 90 Vette, became a total loss because of water to the bottom of the steering wheel. In a very crazy moment, I bought the car for salvage value, $8,000. I will never forget when the car was being delivered and as it came off the trailer, there was water pouring out the exhaust. I remember thinking, “what have I done?” Have always worked on cars, primarily Chevy’s, but never a Vette. I spent about a month drying it out, i.e. leather off the seats, changing fluids (water in the engine pan), damaged computers, multiple motors for the seat adjustments and window motors (etc). Since it was not salt water, I could remove the motors, clean and oil and replace. They still work fine today. I spent about $1,000 since I did all the work myself, and today, 25 years later, still drive it as my primary vehicle. It is just fun to drive and the looks are timeless. My Vette is black on black. (I could expand greatly on this story if requested)
I own one of the first C7’s off the line (#1445). It’s Torch Red….I call it the Carbon Fiber Edition Stingray. Every place that there was black plastic or Carbon Flash has now been replaced with Carbon Fiber! That includes interior, exterior and engine bay. You will not see a piece of black plastic anywhere.
I have pictures….let me know if you’d like to see them!
Here’s a quick story.
In 1967 I bought a barely used ’66 Corvette fastback, red,black interior, 4 speed, 327 ci ,350 hp,side pipes,totally stock and totally beautiful. One night, shortly after getting it, I got a little drunk and did a 360 spin out on Topanga Canyon road. Amazingly as the dust cleared I found the the car and I got by without a scratch. I swore to be a careful driver from then on. Shortly after I went back to school at UT in Austin. I had just gotten into town and was driving around killing time. It was beautiful treesy neighborhood and I was driving slowly.The next thing I knew I passed a stop sign hidden by trees and was t-boned by a Lincoln Continental. The Vette was totalled and I got by with some stitches. If it had not been for the structure of the Vette absorbing the impact I’m sure I would never have survived.As it happened I was lucky and grateful and took the lesson to heart and later became a prosthetist making artificial limbs for about 35 years. Once in a while I try getting into a Vette at a car show.it’s a much tighter squeeze than I remember.
My Corvette Story;
My name is Wayne Enns and I’m a 75 year old Corvette owner currently enjoying my 8th Corvette, a 2011 supersonic blue Grand Sport coupe. I was in my early 20’s when, through some very rare circumstances, I became a 1st time Corvette owner. I was a Canadian university student studying in Winnipeg,Mb. when I encountered an American military draft dodger, who did not want to get drafted and end up in Vietnam. He was from a small town in Kansas and drove the 900 mile journey straight north to Winnipeg in February, 1971. The US had a military draft in effect at the time and draft dodgers who left for territory outside the US were permanently banned from returning to the US (this law was rescinded years later).
He knew nobody in Winnipeg so he spent much time in a library which I also visited often during my studies. We encountered each other several times and struck up friendly conversations. I was able to tell him how I would meet up with American GI’s in Frankfurt, Germany when I was 20 yrs. old and travelling around Europe. On one occasion, after several library visits, he asked me for a big favour. He needed to sell his car because he was nearly broke and wanted to travel to Montreal, Quebec where his family had some relatives. I promised I’d do my best and help him sells car. Well, – – – I followed him to the parking lot where I saw this amazing, almost new, very special Corvette. What I saw just blew me away, but I almost insticntively knew selling this ‘souped-up’ modified, racing Corvette would be more than a challenge! No dealer around would want to buy a modified race car, especially in the dead of our cold prairie winter !
The Corvette was a silver 1969 convertible with the L 71, 427-435HP engine,(Hurst shifter and manual transmission) with a number of major modifications. The tri-carb set up had been replaced with a Holley 800 double pumper carb, mounted on an Offenhauser hi-rise intake manifold. A large hole, cut in the hood, allowed the chrome air-cleaner to protrude through the hood.This immediately distinguished the Vette as an aggressive looking track car and NO car dealer would touch it. The ‘slick’ Mickey Thompson L60 tires with the raised rear along with the Cyclone competition headers was all that was needed to get turned down, even at an outrageous low asking price.
At this point the Corvette owner pleaded with me to purchase it. I was in my 4th year university, living on student loans, driving a $200 ‘beater’ and not interested in the least, but, after much consideration, I finally agreed to buy this almost brand new, totally ‘souped’ up, 69 Stingray convertible that had run amazing 10-11 second quarter mile races in Kansas the previous summer where no challenger apparently even came close to beating this Vette (according to the owner).
I was married less than a year at this point and after running up far too many speeding tickets, I eventually opted for something more ‘sane’ and traded the 69, bred for racing Stingray, for a mild-tempered red (white interior) 1967 Corvette roadster with a 327-300HP engine and only 10,000 original miles. This was followed up with approximately 6 more Corvettes (8in total) over the past 49 years.
Today I would give almost anything to get re-united with this ‘draft dodger’ who had to give up his pride & joy to a Canadian university student who reluctantly, (at first), decided to buy this terrific, now highly prized, collector Corvette. I’m not totally sure, but I vaguely remember his first name as Ricky.
So, if someone in Kansas is in any way familiar with a young lad with a super fast silver 69 Stingray convertible, who left his home in Kansas for Winnipeg Manitoba as a refuge from the draft in the winter of 1971, please respond.
My story is a bit different. 1963, 17 years old ,junior year at White Plains High. I worked in a company library in Tuckahoe,NY from 1:00 – 5:00 PM. My boss, MS. Mae Bonner, was a very straight laced woman in her mid 50’s, wore no make-up, black “ortho-clog” shoes and a dowty wardrobe. Yes, a spinster. Lived with her cat in a Cape Cod style home with a grand piano and taught Sunday School on the Sabbath.
I just got my first new car, a 63 Mercury Comet (Mom worked a the local Mercury dealer). All happy to announce to my boss and co-workers about my new car and got it undercoated. Mae, congratulated my new car and mentioned her new car did not needed to undercoated. Naturally I inquired as to “why”. “I have a Corvette Stingray, it’s fiberglass.”
Two weeks later, Mae hosted a “co-workers” cookout at her home. The Corvette even looked like her!! Silver blue, black interior,& convertible top, 3-speed stick, and radio delete.
Fast forward to 1970. 24 years old Graduated college and stopped in at the library to see Mae. She informed me she was now married and was moving to Boston. I asked if I could buy her Corvette, but alas she sold it. (She still didn’t look any different).
I have always loved Corvettes for as long as I can remember. One year I was at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway for a certain race that happens in May. I believe it was 2010. The day prior of the race Chevrolet had a nice display of cars. They were offering test drives of a new Corvette. After I did the required test drive of the soon to be released Volt I found myself behind a new Corvette. The route that was set up was on one of the service roads inside the track. On the way back I made the U-Turn and decided to “punch it”. I let her run briefly on the closed road and then backed off. I noticed a security person standing ahead of me with his hand up motioning me to stop. I complied and lowered the window. He sternly told me “don’t ever do that again”. I apologized and calmly drove back to return the Corvette. Inside I was thinking I really didn’t do anything wrong. Nine years later I purchased a beautiful ‘13 black Corvette with six speed manual. My dream was finally fulfilled! Now I just have to keep out of trouble by not having a little too much fun!
That’s a great story. I bet the security person was required to say that. What he was probably thinking was “damn, I want to do that!” LOL.
My first Corvette was a 2013 coupe – I absolutely adored that car. Upgraded last year to a 2016 Z51 Stingray, but the 2013 C6 will always have a special place in my heart.
Thanks for sharing your story…and enjoy that Corvette! Also, if you ever plan a trip to the National Corvette Museum during one of its major events – Homecoming, the NCM Bash, etc., please let us know. We get up there for most of those events and we’d love to meet you.