Here is the other picture...

...of an extremely fast car.

I sometimes feel that I'm on a first name basis with every State Patrolman in Georgia. I certainly met enough of them when I drove this beast to Atlanta regularly.

I still don't know what I'd do with a million-dollar sports car, besides hard time. I had a friend in the 1970s who worked on those big-ticket Ferraris and Lamborginis. (Did I spell that right?) I can't even afford a used Porsche at today's oil prices. You have to adopt some German named Norbert at birth to keep a Porsche 911 running. I don't know where to find a cheap and easy Italian who'll keep one of those big-buck sports cars tuned. Besides, some idiot would hit me with a car door in a parking lot, and I'd have to thrash him to death with the tire tool.

Oh, did I say that already? Well, then, just enjoy this last sighting of true Detroit iron. Stingrays are dead; you won't see anything like this on the highway coming at you again.

I really do feel sorry for the youth of America who will never know the thrill of turning that key and hearing that V-8 fire off.

That's a Silver Anniversary Special Edition Corvette, kids. They made a limited number in 1978. I was lucky enough to have one for a few years.