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You were clued in by the top soil marking on the bag?  The editor must be off for the night.

Pedantic time:

Im pretty sure that people occasionally survived small plane crashes prior to the Cirrus parachute system.

Even better, save 20,30, even 40 thousand off by buying a used one.

Because people always think their cars are worth more than they are and there’s always someone who believes them🤷🏽‍♂️

True the factory incentives might not be there, but the dealer might be inclined to take a hit. The sooner they get the 18 off the lot the sooner they can replace it with something newer and easier to sell. 

It’s funny that I’m a Boomer-hating Millenial but fuckin love both my Dyna and the factory chrome 20's on my MKS.

Because Millennial’s were taught to hate everything that a Baby Boomer may have had anything to do with. Therefore, V-Twins, Corvettes, Chrome wheels, Trucks, and BOF cars all have to go.

lmfao. that is beyond stupid. 

You are a brave to identify as a boomer on here. Don’t you know you are all the same and it’s all your fault?

Yes, we all completely lose any sense of aesthetics on our 55th birthday. 

That quote should be more like “Replaced 1 shock and discovered the frame is cracking, checked all 4 corners and replaced the others while they were out, then decided to list for sale ASAP.”

Or save some money and get the new Corvette.

Who cares about justifying the performance? I want that V10 sound.

That wasn’t Paulie, it was Clemenza. Sheesh... you saw the movie, right?

So, Paulie is pissed that his car came with wooden bumpers from the factory, and the reason given has to do with WWII, which was fairly recently over as of this scene. Clearly, the wooden bumpers were related to the war effort.

No no no. It's "I blew 2 trannies on my way to Moab." Followed up by the next book "I transported 2 trannies to Moab, always be prepared"

Shh! That’s the title of his Autobiography.

If David Tracy wrote an article headlined “I Blew Two Trannies This Weekend”, I’d click on it without trepidation and read it happily. Glad you’re writing about the first Corvette I actually care about, instead.