I took half the day off from work today and waited for Jerry Scott to deliver the Corvette to the house. He arrived at ten-thirty with the car in an enclosed trailer. When he rolled it down the ramp, it looked like a wild animal preparing to pounce and take off into the wilderness.
“Listen to this,” he said as he started it.
He revved the engine. There’s no other way to describe it—Steven’s car growled like a lion with a deep, throaty, thunderous howl. It screamed POWER.
“Want to drive it?”
“No, maybe later. I just want to park it in the garage for now.”
“Suit yourself. It’s all back together and better than factory. If you ever want to sell it, let me know. You’ve got three hundred and fifteen horses in there so when you drive it, watch out. If you’re not ready, she’ll get away from
