The girlfriend and I had planned a trip up to a relatives cottage in the northern reaches of Muskoka. Despite the car’s brutal nature, Ms Cletus insisted we drive the Corvette all the way up there.
We slogged it through stop and go traffic out of town, bang shifted every on ramp and slid it around gravel corners in backwoods country. The car performed flawlessly and returned 12.1 MPG. It usually hovers around the 10 mark.
What a great way to spend a day. (And $80 of gas)