As many of you may know, the northeast has been a frozen tundra for the last few weeks. It's been cold, windy, and just downright nasty. I have gone through many fire logs at my house and winter does not appear to be leaving any time soon. Just this morning, I woke up, looked at the thermometer outside my window and it registered a breathtaking fifteen degrees. The wind chill has been in the single digits and can no longer feel many of my extremities.

      Though, by sheer luck, I was able to find some joy between the snowflakes. Let me rephrase that....I had a weekend that was better than just about any other I can remember. Saturday I went over to my brothers shop to see what was going on and an old family friend was picking up his car that just recieved a new waterpump. He has several trucks and a few toys so I just assumed it was one of his plow vehicles tore up by the snow a while back. To my suprise, as I walked into the bays I saw his black '66 Corvette 427 in the corner; my favorite car of all time. So on his way out, knowing about my obcession with these cars, he turned to me and threw the keys in my direction. I was shaking so hard that I almost dropped them after they hit me in the gizzard. This car was immaculate. Original interior, a rebuilt 427, and a 4-speed Muncie to boot. I was in car heaven. I absolutely could not stop smiling as we went for a joy ride up and down the hills of Essex Fells, NJ. Right then and there, I could have died and been a happy man. It was one of those once in a lifetime experiences that you just want to tell every one you know. I guess the Super Chevy blog will suffice.