Little Red Corvette!

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My father-in-law loved Corvettes. My husband loves Corvettes. So it only makes sense that my daughter would love Corvettes too! From the time my husband was a little boy until the time my father-in-law passed away several years ago, they would spend their time taking care of “their” ’87 and ’69 Vettes.

My father-in-law with his first Corvette

Not only did they spend weekends driving them, or cleaning them (for fun, I might add…strange, I know!) they also would spend time together visiting Corvette shows around the area and even entering the cars into competitions. The ’87 Corvette was usually the car chosen to take to shows and enter in competitions as it was the easier of the two cars to maneuver and drive any significant distance.

My husband and father-in-law circa 2007

However, the ’69 with all it’s loud rumblings and nostalgic throwback feel to it has always been my favorite of the two. She (yes, I call her a “she” because she is so pretty in my eyes, it seems to flow better than “he” in conversation) is harder to start and more difficult to drive so it is always a treat when she makes an appearance. This past week she has been at our house for an extended stay in our garage while my mother-in-law’s garage was getting some new appliances put in. For as much of an inconvenience as it was to have my car moved out to the driveway, it was a pretty sight to see every morning in my garage.

Seeing that old Corvette always reminds me of my father-in-law and I smile to myself because I know how proud he would be of my husband and how happy he would be to see us now. I also think he would be pleased to see our ’04 Corvette sitting right beside it in the other garage bay! I can almost hear the chuckle now. I know he is still around us and it’s times like today when we have the Corvette out and are putting air in the tires and are revving that old engine that I can really feel him around.

I know my father-in-law would love everything about this little babe!

Some people are surprised to hear that we have three Corvettes. Two were inherited and one was purchased as a celebration for getting my first teaching job. Some people have dinner to celebrate, we buy a Corvette. That is what I signed up for, I guess. Corvettes. It runs in the family. It flows through the veins. And instead of tears, the sound of a loud rumble makes my baby girl’s arms start going and her voice start squealing! She is her Daddy’s girl through and through!

…And so the tradition lives on for at least another generation. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!

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