When one purchase’s GM’s finest car, brand-new, one then receives a slew of solicitations from the National Corvette Museum, located where they build ’em, in Bowling Green, KY.
Somewhere down there is a 202-mph ZR1. The ‘Vette doesn’t look too swift from this view.
I never gave a cent to those Kentucky Krazies; somehow the “Real Estate Professional” inside me told me that things just wouldn’t bode well for the institution.
You see, I don’t want my name on a Commemorative Brick, a la EPCOT or some Autism Center–I prefer to have my moniker etched on an iron truss.
This is why.