The story begins...

My parents bought Bette in 1975 from a woman who lived in Aurora, Ohio. She was very pregnant and wouldn't fit behind the wheel soon. Plus, let's be honest, this little coup wasn't really a family truckster. Bette was a silver 1974 Corvette Stingray coup. In 1976, dad had her re-painted- still the primary silver color, but added a charcoal black bottom half with a pinstripe.

How Bette got to by mine goes something like this: One day when I was 3 or 4, my dad and I were sitting in the back yard and I asked him 'Dad, if the station wagon is YOUR car, and the Lincoln is mom's car, does that make the Corvette MY car?'. Chuckling, my dad said yes, I guess that does make it your car. And for the last nearly 30 years, I've always had the bragging rights to say 'I have a Corvette'.

My dad passed away in November 2005. It's been my dream since then to bring Bette back to life. The only problem was that I had no idea how to do this. In the past 10 years since we had moved to Florida she was slowly falling apart: the front and back bumpers were made out of rubber back in 1974, and over the years this material had dried out and cracked, and slowly started to fall off. Each time I'd go over to mom and dad's house, there Bette sat, slowly rotting away. The tires were losing air and she was sagging closer to the ground. She sat under a blue cover, sleeping......