Hey Meathead, now they know what "Old School" was. My first drive was a Jeep with a 3 speed on the floor and my grandma's 49 Chevy was a three in the tree and the 57 chevy after that was three in the tree also. All on the column. That is what my 69 Chevelle was until I got to Southern California and traded it in on a 68 Roadster, my first love. Had not even thought of them since the early 70's until I ran accross a pic of my first Corvette and while bidding on a custom trike and a 4X4, some darn angel of God directed me to what I needed to drive. I had wrecked a brand new Ford F150 on New Years eve and my Kubota lawn tractor did all she could to rehab me then that is when I bought a 81 yellow canary and called the guy and he told me on the phone that I do not think this is your car. I agreed and that was the first vette I did not buy, then I found one in Oregon and while sleepin on the sofa the 76 went to someone else. Strike 2 in my mind. So to be stupid I bought a 75 that has been sitting there in the blocks for all this time. So, to show her I bought the 79 and have not been happier in all my life driving that 79. Not accustomed to the steering wheel being so small from the Chromey Cars, it too a bit of me getting to the reality of things that the Chromey years are no longer mine. SO,I just accepted what the angel of God told me and still with the 79 endearing her with the name HB. Hunny Bunny. And she can go from 0 to Bitch in 1.3 seconds. And smiling cuz she says "You know already" that I love you. The most fun Corvette I have ever owned. Long live the 79 Corvette. Old is just a number. :smack :thud: :cheers: