I have been so busy counting the days untill I get my car out of storage, that I haven't been noticing how nice and enjoyable it is to drive my "winter car". Relaxing, actually. It seems I've forgotten the mild paranoia that accompanies driving a "classic car", and the work that goes along with it too. Like detailing it every day, all summer. Every day. I seemed to forget about the worry of someone scratching it while it's parked in a lot somewhere, or some asshole smashing into it on the street. I forgot about peeking out the window all day while at work, to make sure no one's screwing around with it. Now don't get me wrong, I love my Vette, and it's a blast to own and drive, but there's a price to pay also. So I figure I'm just going to enjoy driving my winter ride while I can. It's already scratched, so if someone dings it, hell I won't even notice. I hope no one smashes into it, but if they do, it will piss me off to have the air bag smack me in the face. I haven't washed it all winter, (except for when Hubbs ran it through a car wash a week ago), and it doesn't look bad dirty. All my winter ride wants is a tank of gas, an oil change and washer fluid. That's it. Get in and go. And no need to peek out the window. Not even once!