I can’t get out of the driver’s seat of the 2014 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray quickly enough. Only a handful of things, in either this world or the next, could convince me to willingly leap from behind the wheel of the newest heir to America’s sports-car throne.
Throw a hornet nest through the passenger window, and I’d tear the smokiest, most sideways path to the closest epinephrine supply before I’d abandon the cockpit. It’s just that good.
But there, lounging in a gleaming line under the California sun, sit six excellent excuses to walk away from the lusty C7. Chevrolet wrangled one car from every generation of the Corvette’s history, and they’re all mine to drive.
Read it at Road & Track.