The other day at work, my co-worker Don drove his Corvette to work. His 1977 crimson red stingray convertible Corvette. :::drool:::: He let me sit in the driver's seat. Then he let me start it. It sounded like :::purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr:::::: (in a mean, jungle cat way though, not like a house cat). I wanted to drive it, but Don said that touching the shifter equaled death, so I'll have to wait till he's more comfortable with the idea of me driving his car.