I took Bradley and his friends to a local MAG auction in Salem, OR, a few weeks ago. For reasons I will never understand, all three 16-year-old young men were smitten by the C3 Chevrolet Corvettes on offer.
I have never paid attention to these “Mako Shark” derived cars. They were smog-strangled and had flamboyant period styling that was a complete departure from the iconic C2 Sting Rays. But that was then. Time has started to treat the C3 kindly, and to my eye they are aging well. They have become a symbol of the ’70s.
Bradley, having discovered Bring a Trailer, took a deep dive into C3s. Soon my inbox was filled with messages from him about ones offered for sale.
After doing some research, we discovered that the 1982 Collector Edition was the only year with an opening hatchback. This allows me to put my mobility device into the car.
While picking up our 250C from restoration guru Chip Starr, I mentioned that Bradley was interested in a Collector Edition C3. He responded, “I just happen to have one here I got yesterday. It’s for sale.”
Of course. As Martin Swig once said, “You don’t find cars; they find you.”
HIs Shark had completely original surfaces in and out, showed 95k miles, and came with full documentation. The Crossfire Injection was intact and unmodified. The car needed tires, an A/C recharge and a few other minor things.
Chip is taking care of them. I hope to be into the car under $17k. Hope does spring eternal.
We bought the car the same day Bradley passed his driving test.
You might ask if I am being a responsible parent by getting a teenager a Corvette as his first car.
I have several answers. First, this is a 200-horsepower car — not 272 like our V12 Jaguar or 493 with our Mercedes SL55 AMG. Second, this is an event car, to be driven on special occasions, not a daily driver.
Finally, Bradley will always be able to look back on the day he passed his driving test and then he bought a Corvette with his dad. That’s the stuff that memories are made of.