I have always loved Corvettes, since I was a young girl. Something about those curves. One day, my husband came home with an old clunker vette, bought it from an elderly lady after it had sat in her barn under a tarp somewhere for years. (Start humming, "Private Malone" here). He was a mechanic, which helped a great deal! He was doing this for me, and he restored it to an eye-catching car if I've ever seen one. My married name was Corfman, and when I went to get my "vanity" plate, I used the letters Corfvet.
I spent a lot of time explaining the "f", and to me it will always be special. I have the plate on the mantle over the fireplace. I couldn't afford to keep the car (damn student loans!)