From it’s pointed prow nose with hidden headlights to the twin bullet taillights at the back of it’s curvy rump, the second generation of Chevrolet Corvette was a winner. The C2 looked like a race car. It looked fast from whatever angle you viewed it from. The interior was stylish and purposeful. The engines did not leave you wanting. This wasn’t the every-man’s sports car like the Vette is today…this was something special. This was a gift to astronauts. This was racing royalty. This was living. And for many, this became an obsession.
Here in the States, seeing a C2 is cool. In Belgium, it might as well be a unicorn. But for Mathieu Houtreille, it was the only machine that would do. Growing up with a father who is also into the hobby, Mathieu was privy to American machines running tracks like Spa. A trip to America gave meaning to the legends of wide-open spaces, the mythos of Route 66, and why cars like the Corvette exist at all. And then there is that sound…sidepipes barking away, the siren’s call for a V8 aficionado.
