I only do that when the asshole in the vet parks in the middle of a space trying to take up 2. then I park as close as I can to the driver side door. Besides, I'd that that Subaru over the Vett any day.
I'm calling bulls hit there. If a Corvette is an option over most anything, you take the Corvette.
Ditto. I might get something other than a wagon, but if the only two choices were the wagon an the Vette, wagon it is.The last car I'd want is a Vet. I'd take the wagon over the Vet every time. If someone gave me a Vet, I'd sell it, by the wagon and some nice guitars.
I've actually had that happen to me. It sucks to be on the receiving end of it.
I have to agree with the second paragraph...lolMy penis is fine, I don't need to compensate
I'm not a car guy and I have a family. The last car I'd want is a Vet. I'd take the wagon over the Vet every time. If someone gave me a Vet, I'd sell it, by the wagon and some nice guitars.
Different people have different tastes and desires. I have no desire at all to drive a Corvette and would feel like a total tool driving one. Yet, I don't think that people who drive them are total tools; they just have different tastes.I'm calling bulls hit there. If a Corvette is an option over most anything, you take the Corvette.
Actually the insurance isn't that bad. Before my speeding ticket I was paying about $600 a year for mine (of course that doubled after I got my speeding ticket).I have always loved Corvettes, even if they do have shortcomings compared to some other sports cars I could think of. Owning one, however, would be different. Put me down as another cargrinch who wouldn't want to pay the insurance etc. on one.
Actually the insurance isn't that bad. Before my speeding ticket I was paying about $600 a year for mine (of course that doubled after I got my speeding ticket).
I guess it's different strokes for different folks, but driving a car like the Corvette is a real thrill.
This Corvette hate is why I'm a Ferrari man. They match my inner man better.
I"m 43, and I still love driving like a maniac from time to time, although I am very judicious about when and where I do it.right after high school, I had a good friend who worked at a Chevy dealer. He would pick me up for lunch in a car from the lot almost everyday. At first it was always a Vet. That was until one day we peeled out one too many times and when we got back to my house, there was rubber caked in the back passenger wheel well. He then got banned from taking Vets out, so he ended up picking me up in a Camero. Sure it was fun driving like a maniac when I was 18 or 19 but at 45, not so much.
Would have cut his valve stems off or if I had a pair of pliers would have just yanked the stems out.Was probably thinking "Hey, I need my tires flattened today. This oughta do it!"