While taking a break from a story I am working on I saw a photo of a 2025 Corvette Z..... something. 1000 hp, twin turbo V8, claims very good mileage if the driver keeps the foot out. 233 mph. Performance suspiciously like an Audi R8 which they stopped making. The driver of this beast MUST be a very masculine woman or perhaps TG ????
This must be edited into the new story !!!!
Gwen Brown
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Made me think of E.E. Cummings
(An experimental poem in which Cummings tears up the rulebook on syntax and typography, messing with capitalisation and punctuation quite deliberately, in an effort to simulate the behaviour of the vehicle. Actually, now that I look at it again, it seems kind of indulgent. Kindly forget I mentioned it.)
Sugar and Spiiice – TG Fiction by Bryony Marsh
Nope…….
Sounds more like some Trump loving asshat going through his midlife crisis.
Someone like my father, lol. He died eight years ago, but he was the perfect example of the type of jerk who would buy this car. When I was in high school, I bought a 1973 Ford Mustang two door fastback; it had a 302cid V-8, but I knew someone who owned a 1968 Ford Shelby GT500 - he totaled it, so I bought it back from his insurance company. A friend of mine and I, with a lot of help from his father, pulled the engine, transmission, and rear end out of my ‘73 Mustang and dropped the 428 Cobrajet, tranny, and read end from the Shelby into it. When we were done, it could pass anything except a gas station, lol.
Anyway, the point is that as soon as my father knew what I was doing, he had to go out and try to top me. He ended up buying his first Corvette that year, red of course. It got worse from there, but as I moved out of the house shortly after he bought the Corvette, I never let it bother me. But he was the perfect example of the mid life crisis - the clothes, the jewelry, the cheating on his wife, and the cars.
He would be all over the Corvette you described.
D. Eden
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus
It is just a story idea.
I never owned anything faster than a Subaru Forester. There were 4 beetles. The car that was the most fun was an off shoot of a Orange Chevy Nova Monza with a 262 V-8. It was no good in snow.
These days it is public transportation.
Gwen Brown
That has North Carolina written all over it
We didn’t have money for cars like that but I hung around with guys who did just such things. Insure a 6-cylinder Chevelle, wait for a SS to be totaled, swap in the 454 with a hot cam.
Emma Anne Tate, where are you?
“Hot Cam” may be a story prompt for you. :-)
That is actually kind of hilarious……
Since my parents were both born in North Carolina! My father was a huge NASCAR fan - well, back then it was just stock car racing, lol. I grew up with him either watching it on TV, or listening to it on the radio, not to mention being drug to a few races at Charlotte Motor Speedway several times, Daytona twice, and Talladega once as well.
I can even remember our “family car” being a Ford Custom 500, complete with the little chrome checkered flag emblems on it! Yeah……… you could say that my dad grew up around it. I think he actually fantasized that he was out running bootleg ‘shine in the piedmont country, lol.
Now me, I was more of an IMSA fan - GTU, GTO, or GTP cars on a road course for me.
D. Eden
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus
Why?
The driver of this beast MUST be a very masculine woman or perhaps TG ????
I don't get it. Why would the driver of such a vehicle have to be nonfem? The driver of one of the fastest Vets I've seen was a very lovely woman. 5'8", around a hundred ten lbs, breast-length well teased blonde hair (Farah Fawcet style) wearing tight-fitting clothes, (her jeans looked sprayed on!) she looked more like one of the hot blonde models you would see posing in a muscle car magazine. Not only did she drive a high performance Corvette, she actually built the engine and transmission herself. She worked for our Chevrolet dealership as a courtesy driver, so I knew her quite well. Some of the work she did on her car was done in the Service Dept. And she did it herself with limited assistance from a couple of the mechanics. (And me, I was the Parts Manager.) Our service manager documented the entire build and some of us signed documents attesting to the facts. She did everything mechanical but left the bodywork to one of the guys in the bodyshop that was skilled in fiberglass work.
She would take it to area car shows, where she would have the documentation available to prove that she did everything she could to build it. Had some pretty impressive trophies. She always joked she wanted a trophy as tall as she was.
And she was a hundred percent straight. Married her boyfriend of six years and had several children.
Driving a high performance car doesn't require balls or being butch. It just requires money and/or the skills. Plus the desire.
“When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.” - Turkish Proverb