pburke wrote:
red corvette. last one I have of this car from the spring vintage race. this one with the 180mm f/2.8 ED AIS beater lens. The rest of the look is just some Photoshop magic
f/2.8 1/640s ISO 64 on D810
The sign on the back caught my eye "Drive it like you stole it." Needless to say, it reminds me of a story.
My buddy had recently bought a brand new 1963 Corvette Stingray fastback in dark blue. It was hot and much appreciated by the friends with whom I was hanging out at the time. I was driving a candy apple red 1956 Corvette with a bobbed rear end and a 327 cubic inch fuel injection short block with 2 four barrels mounted. My buddy Jeff was driving a stock 1956 Corvette, a beauty in a sort of copper color. Another friend was driving a white 1954 Corvette with the six cylinder engine. We'd been at a lake outside Minneapolis that afternoon throwing back a few beers and as the evening approached we decided we'd drive into town to the CC Tap for a few more beers and to find some ladies. Each Corvette had a passenger so there were eight of us in total.
At one point I pulled up to a stoplight in Minneapolis right next to the new Stingray. My buddy was encouraging us to race. I glanced at the driver of the Stingray then at the stoplight. As it turned green we both took off. I jumped about two car lengths ahead of him and glanced in the rear view mirror to discover to my shock and horror red flashing lights. At the moment I had 12 point on my driving license, perhaps eight or nine months past a 90 day license suspension. I'd been drinking in the afternoon and imagined there was a DUI waiting for me... so I kept running full speed. I drove through a red light, drifting through a left turn. I took city streets for a few blocks, then crossed Lyndale where we'd been racing and doubled back. We found a parking spot on a darkened residential street and pulled over... then because we were young and carefree we walked to CC Tap and had a beer.
About an hour later we drove back to the suburb where we all lived and pulled into a drive-in we often frequented. A short while later the Stingray showed up. My friend had pulled over when he saw the red flashing lights, but when the cop car chased me he pulled out and took evasive action. About three blocks later he was surrounded by squad cars. He was directed to jail and was booked. They asked who was driving the red Corvette and he said he had no idea.
The signs of a misspent youth, for sure. Fortunately I had a bigger engine and lighter car so I won the drag race. Getting away from the police was DUMB luck... Corvettes are dangerous... at least in the hands of kids...
NightOwl Cat wrote:
We've done extremely well so far to keep politics out of the thread, let's keep up the good work!
Thanks.
I agree Laura. We're fortunate to have a compelling topic to "focus" on... these wonderful camera lenses and the beautiful images they capture. There have been quite a few political movements that have come and gone over the decades these sweet lenses have been working their magic. And they're not going anytime soon so we can continue this conversation without interruption.
A shot of dogwood blossoms against a blue sky... taken with the 300 f/4.5 AI-s ED-IF.
CGrindahl wrote:
The sign on the back caught my eye "Drive it like you stole it." Needless to say, it reminds me of a story.
My buddy had recently bought a brand new 1963 Corvette Stingray fastback in dark blue. It was hot and much appreciated by the friends with whom I was hanging out at the time. I was driving a candy apple red 1956 Corvette with a bobbed rear end and a 327 cubic inch fuel injection short block with 2 four barrels mounted. My buddy Jeff was driving a stock 1956 Corvette, a beauty in a sort of copper color. Another friend was driving a white 1954 Corvette with the six cylinder engine. We'd been at a lake outside Minneapolis that afternoon throwing back a few beers and as the evening approached we decided we'd drive into town to the CC Tap for a few more beers and to find some ladies. Each Corvette had a passenger so there were eight of us in total.
At one point I pulled up to a stoplight in Minneapolis right next to the new Stingray. My buddy was encouraging us to race. I glanced at the driver of the Stingray then at the stoplight. As it turned green we both took off. I jumped about two car lengths ahead of him and glanced in the rear view mirror to discover to my shock and horror red flashing lights. At the moment I had 12 point on my driving license, perhaps eight or nine months past a 90 day license suspension. I'd been drinking in the afternoon and imagined there was a DUI waiting for me... so I kept running full speed. I drove through a red light, drifting through a left turn. I took city streets for a few blocks, then crossed Lyndale where we'd been racing and doubled back. We found a parking spot on a darkened residential street and pulled over... then because we were young and carefree we walked to CC Tap and had a beer.
About an hour later we drove back to the suburb where we all lived and pulled into a drive-in we often frequented. A short while later the Stingray showed up. My friend had pulled over when he saw the red flashing lights, but when the cop car chased me he pulled out and took evasive action. About three blocks later he was surrounded by squad cars. He was directed to jail and was booked. They asked who was driving the red Corvette and he said he had no idea.
The signs of a misspent youth, for sure. Fortunately I had a bigger engine and lighter car so I won the drag race. Getting away from the police was DUMB luck... Corvettes are dangerous... at least in the hands of kids...
Reagan, you can come up there and get back before your cruise. We will celebrate your birthday and give you tips on behaving yourself when you are without the wife on the cruise.
Zichar wrote:
Now why did I have to get a ride in the Camry?!
Too bad we were in such relaxed driving conditions Chin because that humble Camry with its V-6 engine will definitely get up and go... like under 15 seconds in a quarter mile. That's not too shabby for a four door sedan... but we were out relaxing and enjoying the beautiful weather...
Alas, my Corvette days ended in 1967 when I blew a head gasket on my 1965 Corvette Stingray fastback in the middle of winter. I decided to trade it in for a brand new 1967 Ford Mustang fastback. I figured three Corvettes is enough for one grown man to own in his life... Though I understand there are those on this thread that feel otherwise...
They're beautiful Reagan... you found some very sweet copies of both lenses. And thank you for demonstrating that the Z cameras aren't going to work for me. Of course, I love my Df so no problem.
Since Leighton retired from the role of thread moderator, our resident nurse could be nominated for the long open position. No perks in that job though Laura
CGrindahl wrote:
I think it was a preventative inoculation from our resident nurse...
at least in the hands of kids...
