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In 1958 when I turned 16, the strongest desire I had was to own a Corvette. No, not for today's reasons. Back then, a Corvette made you the "KING OF THE HILL". A social force to be reckoned with; someone who stood out from the crowd. As with most 16 year olds, my desires were beyond my means. Several cars came and went, '55 Chevys to be exact. After getting out of the service, a new car was in order. Thoughts of a 1964 Corvette immediately sprang to mind. But again, reality raised its ugly head and all that the budget (read monthly payment) would allow was a '64 GTO. Still, all in all, not too shabby a car. In the subsequent years, marriage, homes, children, work assignments, budgets, all required that the Corvette dream remain just that. Finally, in 1984, it happened! A Marina Blue, '67 Roadster just reached out and grabbed me. I was hooked!
I joined Classic Glass Corvette Club, started buying excessive amounts of waxes and polishes , car covers, new parts, you all know the story. It was pitiful. Nobody can own just one, so a second 'Vette, a '71 Big Block Coupe joined the family. Now, "PJ" was hooked, too!
NCRS, NCCC, NCOA, ISCA, CCA memberships all increased the addiction. Soon, two '69 Roadsters had been purchased and restored. Corvette trophies are everywhere. Corvette liquor decanters, Corvette models, Corvette signs. Where will it all end?
OK...I admit it. I'M AN ADDICT!! But the regular monthly support meetings of the Classic Glass Corvette Club aren't helping! I thought that the CURE would be to get a new 2000 when they came out. WRONG ! That only made matters worse !

HELP!!

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