2025 – 10 – 08 sayonara to my beloved Corvette
It’s funny how attached us humans get to things. People closest to us make sense. But what about people further away? Take strangers we never knew, animals even though we eat them, and the oddest to me, things. Why do we get so attached to our favourite cup, or a seat in class, or a building in the skyscape that you’ve grown fond of? It’s just stuff, right? But for whatever reason, stuff makes us happy. Take my beloved Corvette – a black ’85 C4, automatic, targa top with louvres. It’s just some vehicle I bought for $8500 a few years ago. Yet, selling it today via a phone call with my dad back at home, it brought me into a sombre, yet sentimental mood. It’s not that the car itself was the greatest. Sure, it was always pretty reliable for a 30+ year old car. Insurance at Hagerty ...