There we were ready to go. He wore his genuine Chevy windbreaker and route 66 shirt, I in gobs of turquoise with my Mickey Mouse team jacket. Everyone else was just about as casual.
We took Grumpy, who was way too new to be of any interest, arrived in time, and had a ball.
We ate sliders, we wallowed in root beer floats, and we talked with Corvette owners for two solid hours. We squose in lots of photography getting shots of the description, the badging, fronts, backs, and insides. I have to admit that we had fun.
I hope you all will enjoy this lovely fleet. I’ll show you more of it later.
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