This is a tribute to Kermit. The grill is what's left after the wreck. The headlight bucket is from the driver's side of Kermit. The headlight bezel is from Chili Pepper, the parts donor Jeep
Here is the C2 hood mounted on the wall next to the stock C3 long hood. The difference between the size and weight of the two hoods is interesting
Street view of everything out of the garage.
After 10 years, the garage floor still looks good! About once a year or so, I pull everything out to clean the floor with vinegar and warm water. Here are some shots of the floor.
I bought an aftermarket C2 (1963-1967) L-88 Hood off of Craigslist. I once saw a 66 roadster with a hood like this and I thought it looked great. My dream car is a '67 Big Block Coupe, and if one day I can afford one, I will have this hood as an option.
Here is a Christmas poem I found and modified to match my Vette:
'Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Honda, a Toyota or even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with my Corvette for a bit.
I popped the release and I lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "looks pretty good."
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?
I said "no way, Santa" and started to grin,
"But if you've got the time we could go for a spin!"
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "hey! Let's go!!"
We opened the doors to claim our seat,
I could not wait to hear the Big Block’s beat.
I turned the key to bring the Vette to life,
The engine noise pierced the air like a knife.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With Goodyear's a' screaming and side pipes aglow,
We headed on out where the hot rodders go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every shift as I banged through the gears.
Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!"
So I backed off the gas and asked Santa if he wanted to drive.
Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!
The side pipes exploded with big block sound!
And Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, it's one awesome night!!!"