Take a pale gold afternoon in country like this, on a swooping, diving, swirling road like this. In any car it would be a joy. But in a Corvette it is wonderfully close to pure poetry. For poetry-in-motion marks everything a Corvette does. The clean, precise arc of its steering. The soaring thrust of its acceleration. The incredible taloned grip of its brakes. The supple suspension that seems to flow into and become part of the road. One thing is sure: if you haven’t ever tucked in behind that big spring steel wheel and gone winging through Corvette country, you’ve missed the greatest driving pleasure you can know.