Another note: The C numbers refer to generation. C1 is 53-62; C2 is 63-67; C3 is 67-82; C4 is 84-96; C5 is 97-04, C6 is 05-13 and C7 is 14-present.
One of the older cars, not sure what year, The Lovely Harvey really digs these.
Here's a 62.
A red C2.
A C3 taken half apart to show the frame and stuff.
C3 battery box recess from underneath.
Engine end of a cut-away of the C5 torque tube. This is different from JT's! The bearing here is bolted in, his is pressed.
Transmission end showing the rubber coupler.
Twin turbo LT5 motor! Arr arr arr!
LT1 cut-away
Nekkid C5! This is all the structural stuff plus drivetrain.
Yes, that's wood. Balsa wood. It's sandwiched between plastic layers. Very light, very strong. Hard to beat mother nature sometimes. C5 and C6 both have this.
LT5 cut-away.
C6 Z06 frame.
C5 Crash Mule.
2008 Indy Pace Car commemorative edition awaiting museum delivery.
The one and only 1983 Corvette left.
The 2005 engineering test mule that Car and Driver drove across Alaska. With graffiti in the dirt from idiots who don't understand what, "do not touch," means.
JT spent $500 on a ticket to win this car in a raffle. GOOD LUCK! And if he wins I can say I touched his car first.
Orange C3 convertible because it's cool! It's DISCO!
The Boy spotted this car in the museum. Later in the plant, he asked, "Why aren't there any purple ones here?" Can't tell him they never made any.
C4 ZR-1 drivetrain and suspension with some instrumentation.
The mighty and unlamented ZF six speed.
Irony, we meet again!
Exclusive parking for people who bring their Vettes to the museum.
Mine was newest, this guy was oldest, fifty years apart in just a couple parking spaces.
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