I don't remember when I first when corvette crazy, but I do always remember wanting one. A friend of my brother had a 78 pace car, and watching that car on the road, I knew one day I would have one.

In 85, at the age of 21, I bought a 79, white with a green interior. I was a Lance Corporal in the USMCR. In 87, when I went on active duty, I traded the 79 in on a 62. It had chrome mags, a 327, and a killer candy brandywine paint job. I sported that car until 89, when I traded it in on a 81. (Wish I still had the 62!!!) The 81 was charcoal with a charcoal int. A buddy of mine had a fender-bender while I was overseas, and when I got back, I had the car fixed and changed it to light blue metallic. In 93 I traded that in on 91 convertible, red on red. I had that during my last assignment, Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii. That car was made for the islands!! I got out of the USMC in 96, after a 12 year run, and got rid of my last vette then. I had a 10 year dry spell, and then bought the 72 in March of 06.

It feels great to be behind the wheel of a vette. There's nothing like it. It doesn't matter where I went in any of them, people have always wanted to talk about the cars. The people in the clubs have been great, and I've just had a blast with my cars.

That's my vette story.

Bryan

My uncle bought a brand new 65, when I was 10.  Once I got to ride in that machine I love it.  I liked it before, but then loved it.   In 68 a friend of my Dads bought a 68 yellow vert.  I thought it looked odd.  By the third time I saw it, it had really started to grow on me.  Then I got to sit in it.  I was in love.  A short time later I got to ride in a blue 69 coupe.  Up until that point it was the high spot of my life bar none.  I could not stop smiling.  Going down the road with those fender bulging really tripped my trigger.  The sound, the feel, the experience.  What machine could possibly be better?