Images of Corvettes, looking like a
bratty kid had tossed them into a big hole, filled my mailbox. Indeed, the
sinkhole in Bowling Green , Kentucky
ate the floor of the National
Corvette Museum
Hubby was especially shocked
because over 50 years ago he and his friend Al Frederick founded the Rochester
Corvette Club. I wasn’t married to him at the time, but I’ve heard stories
about those grand old days when a handful of die-hard ‘Vette enthusiasts put on
rallys, car shows, and rode in parades for the first time.
Fast forward to today and the once
fledgling club now has over 400 members who race, rally, judge, run car shows,
picnic and otherwise know how to have a great time with their Corvettes. Most
are hard working middle class folks who enjoy each other’s company as much as
the low growl of their engines. They work hard, get their hands dirty and know
how to celebrate life too.
Above all, I find their generosity
endearing. They annually select a charity that will get a 4 figure check after
all the fun has been had for the year. Additionally, every Christmas party
brings members bearing gifts for battered and abused women and their
children.
This is a club with a heart as big
as their collective engine displacements. They may treasure their hard earned
cars but these people value people as well. A big sinkhole can destroy metal
and leather, but that’s not what’s really precious – Corvette owners who treasure
others while they enjoy their iconic slices of Americana
