I get the emails and the DMs all the time. An aspiring owner finds a "deal" on a dusty and tired C3 sitting in a field or a back-row lot, and they start waxing poetic.
I hate to be the one to pop the bubble, but as someone who’s been tinkering with cars and motorcycles for several decades, I can tell you: words like "only a few thousand" have a funny way of growing exponentially when you’re elbow-deep in a 50-year-old Corvette.




