My most fun memories come almost every time I show my 1970 Corvette Coupe. It always entails some self-proclaimed expert telling me that my car is “not a numbers car”.
It isn’t, but after a while I grew tired of all these experts making themselves important by degrading my ride. So, caving in to The Dark Side Of The Force, I decided to do something about it.
Today, when that begins, I act like I know nothing about what constitutes a “numbers car” and ask them how they know it isn’t, particularly since they just walked up.
They tell me that there were no black Corvettes made in 1970, whereupon I show surprise and ask them to walk me around the car and show me other things that indicate it is not numbers correct. This process takes about 15 – 20 minutes with them talking down to me most of that time.
We generally finish at the left rear wheel, where I explain to them (and this is where the fun really begins) that I have no idea what they are talking about.
With tongue mildly in cheek, I tell them that my car was a Barn Find and that the recently widowed woman who sold it to me, said her late husband’s grandfather ~ Duntov, or something like that ~ had been an engineer with GM and had the car built for him.
Then I ask how I would know what color the car should be. Still talking down, they tell me that info will be on the trim tag. Acting like I don’t know where the tag is, I ask them to show and translate the information for me.
When they open the door they see a “trim” tag that in his hand writing and type says: "Zora Duntov May 25, 1970 2:17PM"
The reaction is always the same. They never know whether there is one out there nobody knows about, or they’ve just had their leg seriously pulled.