For a moment, let’s think about what it might feel like to be man handled by an overzealous prison guard with a hunch you’re carrying contraband on your person. Not a pleasant thought by any means but nonetheless what I was constantly reminded of as I spent an entire day watching team after team of all-knowing Corvette judges poke and prod at my dad’s 1965 Fuelie at this year’s regional NCRS [New England Corvette Restorers Society] chapter meet. Body, interior, frame…they did not skip an inch. If you recall, me and the old man attended a similar Bloomington Gold event in 2011 where our car took top honors. Well, this NCRS event made Bloomington look like a walk in the park comparatively. I watched as judges measured authenticity and originality for details that you didn’t even know were details. I overheard one judge proclaim “this hose is from a ’65 not a ’64” as he rolled around on the floor inspecting the undercarriage of an attractive red Big Block that was parked next to us. The exact positioning and placement of badging on the hood, for instance, is an area where you can loose points. We’re talking 10ths of an inch here people.
In the end, we grabbed Top Flight for our car. I guess all the nail biting and scrutiny was worth it.