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2010 Chevrolet Corvette


Car #11, mid 2011 – yeeeah, I know, I can see y’all rolling your eyes and groaning. Despite all my whinging, I went back to a Corvette! Did I not learn my lesson? 

.. kinda. I sold the ’99 911 Cab due to the radio strangely shorting out randomly requiring a battery pull and reset to get working again; and the ABS light would randomly come on. Electrical gremlins can be a bit of a nightmare – but more than that, it was the nagging reminder that this was an old car, and Something Expensive was going to break soon. I also just really did not enjoy the creaky convertible chassis, either. 

I wanted some peace of mind – and at this point in my life I wasn’t quite ready for a brand new Porsche. So back to the new, warrantied 2010 Corvette I went. I missed the V8 for sure; but truth be told, one of the best things about these sixth generation Corvettes was the keyless entry – may be standard in a lot of cars now, but back in 2011 it was bleeding edge. I felt like I was living in the future (oh hey, kind of like now but in 2011). As long as I had the key fob in my pocket, I never had to touch it – car would unlock, lock, and let me start the engine automatically without having to fish it out. A strange thing to point out on a 436-horsepower, 3200lbs corvette, but there you have it. Oh – and the heads-up display was epic – numbers and bars hovering holographically in front of you right over the road showing you everything you need to know without taking your eyes off the road, floating right above the front of your hood; every car should have this option. 

Outside of that though, despite having a 2009 nearly-identical corvette, this one felt tighter, smaller, and nimbler. Maybe because it was black. It hid a lot of lines and made the car seem compact, like a black hole. It sounded great and I had a blast in it. Also got pulled over in it once, but the kind officer let me off with a warning (cops love corvettes?). I can confidently say – I enjoyed this car much more than I enjoyed my near-identical 2009 white Corvette. I’m not sure why, but it just felt tighter and less boaty than the others. To me, it seemed like the reincarnation of my first car and love, the black 1995 Camaro z28. 

This car also marks a strange time in my life when I was going through some things and feeling ways about stuff. I had this car when I started my job at Allied Telesis as a weird “hardware software engineer”, doing board bringup and bootstrapping of ARM based broadcom reference board designs. It was a lot of looking up values in a datasheet and punching them into broadcom sdk / kernel source, compiling (learned about x86-to-arm toolchain cross-compilation and earlyprintk here), and gang programming chips. Boring. You know what else I learned at the job? Old Dudes Dig Corvettes. This was an aging hardware company, and it was full of old greybeards on the verge of retirement. As soon as they found out I had a Corvette, they loved me and would talk to me non stop about it. “Hey Ray, how’s the Vette? Smoke any imports today?” “Oh you know how it goes Bill, thinking about long tube headers and a shotgun rack up front but you know those dern California liberals and their snowflake ass laws”, jawing back and forth like that. You know what else I learned? How quickly the temperature around the office can drop when they find out you sold it for a “foreign import hairdresser’s” car. That’s #12 coming up next.