Re: price killed the Camaro
Joe,
I'm glad you started this thread as if allows me to think about why after 30 years I switched camps and became a Bowtie owner. It's really not about the car, but more about the people who own the cars. I remember reading somewhere that "the bag boys in the grocery stores own the Mustangs, but the Manager owns the Corvette". To some extent that is very true. Having owned a Springtime Yellow 65 6-cylinder, 3-speed Mustang as my first car, I was indoctrinated into a fraternity of car lovers that held tight until about 2 years ago when I began to realize that I was one of the oldest guys at the car shows with my 91 stock Mustang GT sporting only 7,100 miles. I could no longer speak the language of the younger generation whose cars surrounded mine with twin turbochargers and tubbed out rear wheel wells. I was antique, allowing my car to remain untouched as a garage queen. No one seemed to care that it was an all original 13-year-old car, except for the young guy in Pennsylvania who bought it. Fast-forward to today, and I am in the midst of older, smarter car guys who appreciate the originality of the Corvette and what it stood for when it was created. I'm glad I made the change, and I'm not looking back. There will always be a soft spot in me that loves the Mustang, but I'm going to make every effort to make my Corvettes the best cars I have ever owned.
Joe,
I'm glad you started this thread as if allows me to think about why after 30 years I switched camps and became a Bowtie owner. It's really not about the car, but more about the people who own the cars. I remember reading somewhere that "the bag boys in the grocery stores own the Mustangs, but the Manager owns the Corvette". To some extent that is very true. Having owned a Springtime Yellow 65 6-cylinder, 3-speed Mustang as my first car, I was indoctrinated into a fraternity of car lovers that held tight until about 2 years ago when I began to realize that I was one of the oldest guys at the car shows with my 91 stock Mustang GT sporting only 7,100 miles. I could no longer speak the language of the younger generation whose cars surrounded mine with twin turbochargers and tubbed out rear wheel wells. I was antique, allowing my car to remain untouched as a garage queen. No one seemed to care that it was an all original 13-year-old car, except for the young guy in Pennsylvania who bought it. Fast-forward to today, and I am in the midst of older, smarter car guys who appreciate the originality of the Corvette and what it stood for when it was created. I'm glad I made the change, and I'm not looking back. There will always be a soft spot in me that loves the Mustang, but I'm going to make every effort to make my Corvettes the best cars I have ever owned.
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