The Corvette Prayer

The Corvette is my shepherd; I shall not want. It maketh me burnout on black pavements. It leadeth me beside busy freeways. It restoreth my soul. It leadeth me in the path of quickness for its names sake. Yea, though I drive through the valley of rice, I shall fear no turbo, for torque art with me. Thy rod and thy piston they comfort me. Thou preparest a track for me in the presence of my enemies. Thou hast anointed my bearings with oil; my car overpowers. Surely traction and victory shall follow me all the days of my life. And I shall dwell in the house of the Zed06 forever.

G.M.