And a fish bite's your knee, that's a Morey.

Except this time, it's a Stingray.

All the credit goes to my wife - while taking the Pony through the touch-less car wash, she spotted a Corvette getting gas. It pulled away ahead of my pulling out of the wash, and she tells me, "I just saw a new Corvette."

And I'm thinking she just spotted a nicely worked C6, but no, she insists. It's the new one. She says, "The new one. C7, I think."

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Huh, I think. Probably from the GM dealership down the road. "Let's go look."

We hop in, drive down and see the above.

I turned to my wife, smiling and looked her in the eyes. I said, "If you weren't already married to me and knocked up with my kid, I'd marry you and knock you up all over again."

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Then, the wonderful soul mate she is, waited patiently while I oooh'd and aaahh'd over the first production C7 I'd seen in the skin.

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At $57k (CDN) the car had just arrived, and the buyer had just arrived in town likewise to pick up his car. I didn't get to pick his brain too much as he was busy being romanced by the salesman completing delivery, and I can't blame him. If some kid (in my 30's but this guy had to be late 50's) came up to paw over my new car, as I was picking it up, I'd probably brush him off, too.

Thankfully, the other salesman was only too happy to talk and had all the inside specs on this particular car. A base Stingray, it was, but still a beauty to behold.

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I had to break away when the salesman, seeing my Mustang, started to try and talk me into a Camaro. I said, "The next car will be a GM product, friend. And it'll be a TS-V in either "A" or in "C"."

We went about our way and then, on the highway home, my wife spots something else, even before I do and asks, "Am I supposed to be taking a picture of that?"

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"God, yes," I plead. Sadly we were already at speed.

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But God almighty do I love my wife.