If you know anything about these convertible Ferrari’s than you know that there was officially only one Spider. With that kind of exclusivity I’m sure the official car is stored away in a European museum somewhere for no one to see or drive. Which leads me to believe that this car must have been a conversion, likely from an independent coachbuiler, possibly Pininfarina (known best for setting the automotive world on fire with the game changing Cadillac Allante). Continue reading
I have to admit that at first I believed this to be a 1996 Corvette Grand Sport with a Lotus-designed 32-valve LT5 swapped in place of the (comparably) timid LT4. Looking back over the pictures, it’s obvious that this is a ZR-1 painted to look like a Grand Sport.
It’s the 2nd week of the 14th year of the 21st century. Let’s recap:
- Bryan found out that “fuck” makes a great title phrase when describing a truck…
- Trevor went over Barrett-Jackson for next week. We’ll see you there.
- Cameron talked about the Corvette that your coke-head uncle used to drive.
- Mike asked himself “WTF?” over some vintage post-Nazi steel.
- We started a new gallery dedicated to your mom’s inability to parallel park her beige-mobile.
That’s it for this week. We’ll pick it back up Monday.
I love C4 Corvettes.
They’re last unrefined burp of automotive machismo to wear the Fleur-de-lis/Checkered flags. They ran every bizarre type of small block that Chevy could cram into them: Crossfire, TPI, the DOHC LT-5, and even twin-turbo models (RPO B2K) from the factory.
In it’s time, the C4 handily beat many of it’s “super car” contemporaries in performance comparisons. It was the fastest, meanest, plastic-fantastic-piece-of-shit on the road. It liked to metaphorically hold it’s competitors down like an evil bully and make them smell it’s nasty, overhead valved farts and then shove them into a trashcan. On the road, where there was no authority other than the local police department, the super cars had to take their lumps and move on. On the track however, they complained to the SCCA about the C4’s utter domination. The blue-bloods of racing were sick of being pushed around like the antagonist of some Pantera song, and by 1988 they had gotten their way. Continue reading
Anyone who has seen the absolutely ridiculous “Never Before Seen” C4 Corvette will probably enjoy this video. (If you haven’t seen the original, here is a link to it.)
And for the record, I love (most) C4 Corvettes (although not the ’84) and this was made entirely just for fun and not intended to offend anybody, unless you were directly responsible for the travesty that was Cross-Fire Injection, in which case, we made this video just for you:
Saw this guy speeding down Happy Valley Rd from 83rd Ave to 39th Ave. He must think he’s driving a Wrangler, judging by his matching full-size spare hanging off the back end. Barring the fact that it probably improves rear traction immensely with it’s Pluto-like planetoid mass and lifting the trunk lid into something like a spoiler, It looks incredibly stupid.
Though not nearly as stupid as this cowl hood:
I will never understand the aesthetics of a cowl hood. I understand if you have to have one. Like, say, you have a third-generation Corvette and you want it to not be the saddest performing vehicle on the road. If you really intend to make any horsepower naturally aspirated, running a non-low-profile intake manifold may force you to resort to using a cowl-induction hood. That doesn’t mean you need a 6″ super-duper-outlaw-pro-stock hood, though.
This is all I’m saying:
The car you see here is powered by a SOHC 3.0L V6 that managed to make 160hp in it’s naturally aspirated form, according to Nissan. Not too shabby considering a 5.7L v8 nearly twice it’s size could barely manage similar numbers with exception to the brand-new L98 TPI mill for the 1985 model year.