National Treasure
Adopting America’s Original Sports Car
Pirate Press September 2019
Even
after half a century, life’s cyclical nature never ceases to amaze me.
That is, how things in our lives come back around whether it’s days,
weeks, months or even decades later. My earliest recollection of a
sports car was in the mid-70s, when I was around 8 years old. We lived
at the end in a Cul-de-sac, and a prominent lawyer lived in the first
house. One day, I spotted a menacing black car parked in his driveway. I
didn’t know what it was, but the pop-up headlights assured me that it
was something special. Those exotic headlights and the swoopy curves
made it look like the Batmobile. Years later, I would learn that it was a
third-generation (or C3) Corvette, a model that was produced from
1968-1982.
How I ended up with a Corvette after all those
years reads like an automotive rom-com. I grew up pining (and chasing) a
foreign Italian beauty only to finally land it and realize the girl
next door was the one I’d overlooked all along. It’s true—my Ferrari 360
was stunning and sounded incredible, but was a terrible car to drive.
Couple that with the expensive maintenance and horrible reliability, and
it was a four-wheeled financial disaster in the making. After all was
said and done, the Ferrari ended up costing me $50 for each mile I drove
it.
But
despite the bitter taste in my mouth and the painful sting to my
wallet, I still couldn’t deny the burning desire I had for another
sports car. I just knew that this time it had to be something I would
actually enjoy driving without worrying about everything else. With
that in mind, I had a pretty specific set of criteria I was looking
for: First off, it had to have a V8, because I was done with
forced-induction four-cylinders. Granted, my Saturn’s supercharged
engine has been a paradigm of reliability, but the power delivery has
always been jagged and rough, as you’d expect of a tiny motor forced to
develop a staggering 150hp per liter!
Secondly,
it had to have an automatic transmission because after thirty years of
rowing gears, I was just plain tired of it. Almost as important was the
styling. While I knew I wasn’t going to find anything that looked better
than the Ferrari, it still needed to look good. I feel our cars are
representations of us, and that it should be something I’m excited to
drive daily.
Meanwhile,
the mileage was also a hot button. I tend to keep my cars an average of
nine years, so I wanted relatively low miles to ensure it would be
around for a while. Unbelievably, I’d seen some 2015 and 2016 models
with nearly 100,000 miles on them which was a deal-breaker. Given
today’s technology, most modern cars last well beyond their first
six-figures, but I still get nervous when any car’s odometer rolls over
that milestone.
Also,
it’s bound to piss off PETA and all the pro-vegans, but I can’t help
that I love leather seats. It’s a guilty pleasure (like eating meat)
that I’m just not yet ready to forfeit for the betterment of the planet.
However, the inclusion of this in sports cars also seems to be wildly
sporadic. Thanks to manufacturers byzantine marketing strategies, many
times leather is only available if you opted for redundant features like
the “Overhead LED Map Light” package. I realize cloth is a grippier,
better surface for spirited driving, but the Cro-Magnon in me prefers
cowhides.
Another
concern was overall vehicle mass, as automobiles in general have
steadily gained weight thanks to an ever-expanding diet of technology
and safety features. Each subsequent sports car generation is heavier
than the last, despite increased use of aluminum and other lightweight
materials designed to offset it. For instance, the new 2020 C8 Corvette
is expected to weigh 3,600 pounds, 150 pounds heavier than the C7 (which
itself was 100 pounds more the C6). Even my Saturns have not been immune— my 2006 Ion weighed 450 pounds more than my 1997 SC2.
Lastly,
my final and most important consideration was, of course, price. If
you’ve ever compared the private party and dealer prices of the same
vehicle, you know there’s a huge discrepancy. In the case of my Ion, the
difference is $1,630. Likewise, the prices I’ve seen tend to indicate
that most sellers actually believe their vehicle is worth substantially
more than fair market value. For that reason, I passed on quite a few
including one dealer in Florida who refused to budge at all on the
price, even after a test drive and cash in hand. Even crazier, several
sales people I spoke with never returned my calls leading me to wonder
how they ever manage to sell any cars at all? But on the flipside were
sports cars priced so attractively in Georgia, Florida, Louisiana and
Texas that they were sold before I could get to them. I don’t know if it
was smaller dealers snapping them up to resell, but I refuse to believe
they were all sold to people who simply wandered in off the street. A
perfect example is a Corvette
that had just been listed in New Orleans. Of course, I couldn’t go
that weekend to check it out because Hurricane Barry was rolling in. Yet
unbelievably, somebody actually bought it right out from underneath me!
What I want to know is what idiot goes car shopping in a Hurricane???
So,
with that kind of competition, I feel fortunate I ever found the
Corvette, though admittedly it was the culmination of a relentless,
year-long search wherein I traveled thousands of miles and looked at
hundreds of cars.
Luckily, it was located in New Orleans which I consider our “backyard.” Since
with Amanda’s surgery we made more trips and spent more time there in
the past twelve months than in all our prior years combined. And that
the seller was an elderly 65 year-old man was both a blessing and a
curse; it was a blessing because not being afflicted by the raging
hormones of youth coursing through his veins, the Corvette was totally
unmolested and 100% stock right down to the AC Delco
air filter. However, it was also a curse due to his lack of proficiency
with email and cell phones which meant communication was difficult at
best. Email replies generally took three days, and he completely missed
my phone call after I drove all the way over to look at the car the
first time. Following that mishap, I had written it off, but an
apologetic call from him convinced me I should give it another shot.
I’ve
had a lot of people ask me why I picked the C5 over a newer or more
powerful Corvette such as a C6 or a Z06. The answer is that to me, the
C5 is the best looking of any year model. The newer C6 loses the
distinctive pop-up headlights I’ve loved since my youth and its overall
shape is too angular for my tastes. Finally, neither the C5 Z06 or C6
Z06 are available with an automatic transmission, which I wasn’t willing
to compromise on.
Robert,
the caretaker of the Corvette since new, looked pretty much as I’d
imagined him from our conversations on the phone, save for a silver,
two-inch pony tail dangling off the back of his head. A retired NASA
engineer, he confessed to owning Corvettes since 1984 and is in the
process of building a supercharged 482 cubic-inch V8 for his ’69
Corvette. He nonchalantly reckoned it should be good for “around 900hp”
when he’s finished with it. Of course, this would normally be dismissed
as an outright falsehood if not for the magnitude of Corvette engines
and pieces littering his shop. In fact, I’ve seen entire Chevy parts
departments with less equipment than he has. It also explains how his
2002 C5 was able to remain stock for seventeen years and only accumulate
55,000 miles on it. With a dedicated race car, he’s selling the C5
since he never has time to drive it.
Cosmetically
and mechanically, the Corvette was in fantastic shape, a testament to
his description of always keeping it garaged and never driving it in the
rain.
2000 Ferrari 360
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2002 Corvette C5
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MSRP: $138,225
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MSRP: $41,475
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HP: 395 @ 8500 rpm
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HP: 350 @ 5600 rpm
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TQ: 275 @ 4750 rpm
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TQ: 360 @ 4000 rpm
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0-60: 4.6 sec.
0-100: 11.7 sec.
¼ Mile: 13.1 @ 110 mph
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0-60: 4.8 sec.
0-100: 11.1 sec.
¼ Mile: 13.1 @ 110 mph
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Top Speed: 175 mph
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Top Speed: 175 mph
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Engine: 3.6-liter 40-valve V8
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Engine: 5.7-liter 16-valve V8
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Weight: 3,291 lbs.
Height: 48 in.
Width: 76 in.
Length: 176 in.
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Weight: 3,245 lbs.
Height: 47 in.
Width: 73 in.
Length: 179 in.
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Judging
by the nearly identical specs above, I’d almost accuse GM of
plagiarizing Ferrari’s formula for the 360 were it not for the fact that
the Bowling Green Bruiser beat the Maranello Mafioso to market by two
years (1997 vs. 1999). It’s also a fascinating exercise in dualism as
each take a wildly different approach to achieving the same end result.
Chevrolet’s method is undeniably American—a huge (albeit low-tech) V8
that trades top-end horsepower for neck-snapping torque. The 360 is the
polar opposite, with a small, high-revving V8. It’s not a stretch to say
that the Corvette was designed for Main Street USA and the Ferrari for
the Autobahn.
They’re
both so close in weight, height, and width that you’d need a measuring
tape and scale to tell the difference. Yet, to be so similar on paper,
they’re vastly different to drive. For starters, no one buys a Corvette
or Ferrari for the luggage space, but in a pinch, the Chevy is the clear
winner. While the 360 has some room in the nose for a couple small
bags, the C5’s cargo area can swallow three sets of golf clubs.
Surprisingly, outward visibility is also better in the Corvette, though
not by much as both suffer from a slightly distorted rear view given the
steeply raked glass hatch in each.
As
for the seats, the Corvette has long been derided for such items as
poor side bolsters and lumbar support. But to be completely honest, I
was pleasantly surprised by how comfortable they were on the 150-mile
drive back home. In comparison, the Ferrari had carbon-fiber racing
seats that cost $14,000 apiece.
How ridiculous is it to think that just the 360’s seats cost more than
my whole Corvette? That notwithstanding, at 19 pounds each they are 36
pounds lighter than the Chevrolet chairs. But more expensive isn’t
necessarily better as they were thinly-padded, fixed bucket seats that
offered no range of movement. I’m a huge proponent of weight-saving
measures, but I wouldn’t want to undertake the same two-hour drive in
them. Even worse, the Italians don’t believe in cruise control, so the
Ferrari requires a firm foot on the accelerator at all times. Not so in
the Corvette, which I was able to pilot from Slidell to Escatawpa without touching the gas pedal a single time.
It's
a given that the interior of a car costing roughly $100,000 more would
be nicer, but the Corvette’s hard plastic dash and other surfaces was
the most disappointing aspect of the car for me. Coming from a Saturn, I
know all about GM’s low-rent materials, so I was particularly surprised
to see them present in Chevrolet’s flagship sports car. Of course, the
Ferrari’s delicate Connolly leather is highly prone to expensive warping
and shrinking, so in this case the Corvette’s cheap plastic is actually
the better alternative.
Tires
sizes are perhaps the biggest difference between the two thoroughbreds,
with the Ferrari embracing 18-inch wheels at all four corners, while
the Corvette opts for 17s in the front and 18s in the back. But despite
that incongruity, both still agree on identical-sized 275/40R18 rear
tires. The 360 was equipped with factory-correct Bridgestone S-02 tires
that retail for around $400 apiece while the Corvette wears new $340
Kumho Ecsta
MX Extended Mobility Tires (EMT). Commonly known as “Run-Flats” these
tires feature a strengthened sidewall that, in the event of a tire
puncture, lets you safely drive on them without damaging the wheel.
Goodyear Eagle EMTs were original equipment on the C5 due to the vehicle
not having room for a spare tire. Regardless, I applaud Robert for
retaining the run-flat tires and hope I never have to use them.
Ferrari’s solution was a can of Fix-A-Flat that they passed off as an
“OEM Tire Repair Kit.” These are highly prized by owners and collectors
alike, and can fetch upwards of $1,000.
My
buddy Rick compared the color of the Corvette to Mississippi State’s
“True Maroon.” His son attends college there and Victoria spent a week
on campus for Dance Camp. But what I was proudest of was that it looked
remarkably like the “Rosso Barchetta”
color of my 360. Chevrolet bills it as “Magnetic Red II Metallic” which
is slightly confusing. Does Magnetic Red come before or after Purple
Rain? Regardless, it’s much more elegant and less flashy than the
“Arrest-Me-Officer” color that is “Torch Red.” I felt that given the
dark red color, “Ruby”, like the gem, would be a fitting name for the
C5. But illustrating the different thought processes between myself and
Amanda, I fondly recalled Ruby, ATI’s sexy mascot for its video cards,
while she thought of the kid’s cartoon “Max and Ruby” about a pair of
silly rabbits. That notwithstanding, the actual ruby gemstone is
spiritually recognized as a protective jewel that brings happiness and
passion into the life of the wearer. I’d say that perfectly describes my
feelings for the Corvette.
As
far as the aural delight of each, it’s hard to beat the sound of an
American V8. The Corvette has a pleasing burble at idle, but its true
voice is somewhat stifled by the stock mufflers and catalytic
converters. On the other hand, the Ferrari practically screams with its
aftermarket Fuchs titanium exhaust, and what a glorious sound it is! No
contest here, the 360 is the victor even if the Corvette wasn’t handicapped by its factory pipes.
Finally, the Corvette is easier to drive and yet
actually weighing less, it paradoxically seems bigger and heavier. And
despite its hydro-formed frame adding stiffness, the C5 still flexes and
creaks quite a bit over bumps and pavement imperfections.
Some of my friends think it’s crazy to use a Corvette as a daily driver. However,
I was emboldened by a lot of things, the least of which is Mark Blackwell’s 2000 C5 which he racked up 773,338 miles on. Other than
regular oil changes, he didn’t even have to pull the valves covers until
750,000 miles to change the head gasket.
Honestly,
I don’t know if I will like it, or how long I’ll keep it. But for the
money, it’s certainly a lot more fun and exciting to drive than anything
else I’ve found. I’ll have more details and experiences to share in the
coming months so stay tuned!
Leaving The Big Easy
Dinner in Slidell
Temporarily Using my Ferrari License Plate
Amanda Threw A Surprise Corvette-Themed Birthday Party For Me
Arriving In Style At Work