Saturday, April 12, 2014

Corvette Season

Home at last and ready for a wash
The October summer toy storage is the first milestone marking the end of summer and the beginning of another northern winter. Bob's sadness is hard to bear and I'm always glad when the job is done.

The reverse is true in the spring when we make the trip to Isanti to pick up the Corvette and the boat. Bob's glee is contagious and I picture the little Corvette ready to escape the gray  shroud covering her in the Isanti barn. This year he did fret a little after learning about a "controlled burn" planned for area surrounding the building. He had a vision of the plastic body of the car melting merrily before a gas tank explosion.

Fortunately, fears were unfounded. Bob had his spring list ready and the main task was to reconnect the boat and Vette batteries. We were on our way in almost record time and I had pretty much -- finally, after all these years! -- memorized the route so I wasn't too nervous about getting home. The Corvette is fun to drive, even for a scaredy-cat like me.

That great "happily in control" feeling lasted about five minutes, until the seatbelt started to strangle me. At first, I thought I could get through the next hour, but the belt got tighter and tighter as I drove along. I fiddled with the lock and suddenly the whole damn thing flew off.

Rolling down the highway at 60 mph isn't the best time to mess with an unfamiliar seatbelt, but I did try valiantly for a few minutes. Then I began to rehearse my explanation to the police, just in case I was stopped for either a seatbelt violation or out-of-date plates (new plates and tabs were in an envelope on the passenger seat). We managed to hit a green light every time I might have tried to re-buckle, so I stopped worrying and finally buckled up a mile or so from home.

 The C6 Corvette is an electronic marvel. Assuming that the battery is charged, the push button start works as long as the fob is in on or near you. The only problem now is that the key fob system is acting up and for awhile Bob couldn't start the car. The Chevrolet dealer told Bob to have the car towed in for servicing!

He did get the car started and we fooled around unsuccessfully with the instructions for resetting the two key fobs, but at least the car is now in the garage and not sitting in the alley. Bob is replacing the license plate right now, and giving the key fob re-programming another try. I foresee a dealer appointment in our near future.