My Parents Sold My Corvette While I Was in Tokyo

jack stands with a dehumidifier humming beside it. Rally Red paint under fluorescent lights. The VIN plate visible if you zoomed in.

Mom looked at the photo. Then at Dad. Then back at me.

“That’s not… that can’t be right. The car was in our garage. We saw the cover.”

“You saw a cover,” I said. “On a Stingray. James’s kit car. Fiberglass body on a C4 chassis.continue reading …