This is absurd, but I think I want the new Corvette. And as I write I haven’t even seen it yet.
You’re better placed in time than I as I commence writing this, on the Saturday before Sunday evening’s Great Reveal of the long-awaited C7. You, dear future reader, already know all about what I won’t begin to learn for a whole 24 hours. I feel like you’ve slipped through some secret fourth-dimensional portal, leaving me behind.
