Last month, I finally booked myself a weekend behind the wheel of the the Chevrolet Corvette Stingray, fully loaded with Z51 performance package and painted a dazzling bright yellow.
With a base price of $53,800 (including the Z51) and loaded up with just about every feature available, my ride came with a $71,960 sticker.
I had planned several non-driving activities for that weekend, which I regretted as soon as I climbed into the Stingray (this requires the same muscles you use to get into a crawl space).
Simply put, I've never had more fun in a car. The Stingray is hugely powerful. Frills are limited, everything is designed to keep you focused on the road. And people absolutely love it. Even in January, I kept the window down, because so many people caught me at red lights and wanted to talk/shout nice things at me.
Their collective spirit is summarized by the first guy who spoke to me: "Dude, your Corvette is sick, bro."