What makes you think it burns champagne?
It doesn’t, of course. But the first time you buckle yourself behind the spring-steel wheel of a Corvette you’re going to swear that something more exotic than mere gasoline is fueling that V8.
There’s such a tremendous elation in the way a Corvette strides down the road, such a bubbly, tingling, let’s-do-something aliveness about the way it responds. If it were nothing but a “straight-line” car, the full-throated sound and surge of that free-breathing V8 alone would be worth the price of admission. But when you wed that cyclone breeder to a pure sports car chassis, to the sticks-like-glue stability of real sports car suspension, you’ve got a road machine that will spoil you for anything else, ever!
Have you driven a Corvette? Have you ever flicked that all-synchro four-speed gearbox down into Low for engine braking just before a hairpin corner? Have you ever gripped a wheel that translated the exact “feel” of the road to your fingers? If the answers are “no,” we sincerely envy you.