Corvettes are cool. Obviously not all of them, but when treated respectfully, read: being driven like they're supposed to, they can develop some real hot rod flavor. Looking at all those red, turquoise and white cookie cutter restorations makes one feel like america's only sportscar became some kind of equivalent to an Elvis impersonator. No soul anymore, only a mere shadow of what it used to be. Or should be. So, take off those wheelcovers, fit some slotted or five spoke mag wheels and take it out on the road or on the strip. The Corvette will feel right at home. And look the part, too.
Shot this one at Billetproof Florida two years ago.