Posts Tagged ‘Corvette’

Corvette Grand Sport Driven

Thursday, August 18th, 2011

Pics Dom Romney/​Influx

/​/​The Location/​/​

There’s a strange sort of irony in picking up the latest Corvette Grand Sport from the centre of the Industrial revolution’s Eden. Venerable dealer Bauer Millet – who specialise in all sorts of Euro exotica as well as Americana  – are situated under­neath the arches, right in the heart of central Manchester.

The location is the quint­essence of New Britain. Conference centres, swish boutiques and cafés now sit amid the dark Satanic mills, bridges, canals and insti­tu­tional edifices that are the sweat­shops of the digital age.

You’ll still find folk wandering up and down these gentrified streets humming metaphor­ically the theme tune from Corrie. But Manchester feels more European than London these days – and there’s more quietly humming trams about than rumbling V8s.

On the day we drive the Corvette a pall of black smoke rises from somewhere in the city centre. More looting? I try a mental calcu­lation as to whether fibre­glass burns easily.


Video shot for Influx by Tom Dawson


/​/​The Car/​/​

The orginal, 1963 Corvette Grand Sport was the end result of a factory mission to compete and win at classic venues like Sebring and Le Mans – and to add another name to a roster of American victors headed up by Carrol Shelby.

But the project, set into motion by chief engineer Zora Duntov, hadn’t been sanctioned by the GM board and was Kiboshed – but not before a handful of light­weight machines with a 6.2 litre small block V8 and all-​​round disc brakes were produced. All five of the originals are still in existence, each worth millions apiece.

So while a huge amount of energy in the American motor industry is looking toward altern­ative futures, the current Corvette Grand Sport is an echo of the past that resonated with the best of contem­porary tech. But it’s not just the name and the badge that echoes Corvette’s past glories. Genuine research and technology have gone into this flagship of Yankee pride.

There’s electronic launch control with the short throw six speed manual box; there’s variable-​​ratio steering, which allows a mix of sharp –turn-​​ins and straight-​​line stability; there’s a relat­ively unobtrusive electronic handling system that makes the best of available grip – and can of course be switched off easily when you want to cut loose. Corvettes, too, were among the first production cars to offer magnetic selective ride control that assesses road surface condi­tions on the move and adjusts damping accordingly.

Under the hood there’s the most powerful standard Corvette engine that has ever been produced – a 6.2 litre LS3 V8 which is a direct descendent of the small block engine that originally appeared in the 1963 version of the GS. There’s an array of track-​​derived features in this baby, including a high-​​lift cam, and a high flow intake manifold and cylinder heads. The result is a super-​​reliable 437 Horsepower package with 575 NM of torque. GM reckons there’s a whacking 100,000 miles between major services on these engines – but they don’t choose to highlight this claim on the Corvette. With this brand-​​within-​​a-​​brand the marketing is all about performance, heritage and experience.

/​/​The Experience/​/​
When you first encounter the Grand Sport you can feel that there’s something ‘un-​​American’ about it. Not that this is some subversive pinko o a car. The original from 1963 looked and felt as if it were aspiring to a kind of European aesthetic that Shelby and his Cobras downright ignored. On this car there’s something about the light clusters, the positioning of the cooling intakes and the low, road-​​hoovering stance that owes more to the drawings of Pininfarina and Bertone than the boxish brutalism of American muscle.

The type and the nomen­clature obviously keep reminding you of the car’s all-​​American heritage, but it’s a refresh­ingly outward looking, East Coast sort of Americana.

This Corvette is, after all, a relative light­weight contender with a curb weight of a little over 1500KG (only 20KG heavier) Ferrari’s 458. This is mainly to do with that trademark composite shell – and driving over the cobbles of Manchester you can see its wings quivering with the effort.

We’re loving the short throw gearbox (and don’t believe that any ‘Vette should come with flappy paddles, which are available if you so desire). The limited enthu­si­astic driving we were able to do availed us of the right amount of oversteer and grunt through those huge rear wheels.

Bury your boot and it’s pleas­antly torquey and easy to fishtail through the gears – but the package, especially when switched to the more sedate touring mode, makes the car usable, even dignified. Visibility with the top down feels surpris­ingly good and the clutch requires no monster thigh action.

In fact, the whole drive feels very user friendly with satis­fying slush-​​box clunks and fluid engage­ments. The one annoyance is the relat­ively convo­luted stopping and starting sequence, which requires you to select reverse before leaving the car – and to switch off the intrusion sensor you have to reach over to the glove box and flick a switch. Irritating when you’re in and out of the car as we were, but probably less so when involved in day-​​to-​​day use.

/​/​The Verdict/​/​
We’re impressed. The thing about Corvettes is that they represent the sort of Americana that has always looked to Europe for its aesthetic inspir­ation. If you’re after the sort of high-​​octane swagger and design brutalism that charac­terises muscle cars – the Corvette isn’t it. If however, you’re after something that harnesses the glory of big V8 engines and marries that with some impressive tech, then this may be your answer.


Thanks to Mitch @ Bauer Millett

Concept Corner

Wednesday, May 25th, 2011

In a piece of quint­es­sential 1980s expan­sionism, Bertone, kings of angular audacity, decided to hit up the American market with the Ramarro concept (that’s ‘Green Lizard’ to you and I).

The Ramarro was based on a bog-​​standard 83 Corvette — and was we thing a misguided reach out to an American market hooked on the tradi­tional values of cubic inches and heavy steel construction.

Would the yanquis ever have gone ahead with anything like this fusion of Italian futurism with the straight­for­wardness of Detroit brutalism?

We doubt it.

Still, the Ramarro was an inter­esting exercise. The cabin was swathed in an acreage of glass — and the wedgy, louvred design was remin­iscent of the Alfa Carabo and other Bertone design studies. The interior featured lizard-​​like green leather uphol­stery and switchgear replaced gear shifters — a touch that in a sense foreshadowed Ferrari’s manettino system.

The Ramarro was unveiled in LA just ahead of the 1984 Olympic games — and though the design won many plaudits in the automotive press — stimu­lated no doubt by the surge of inter­na­tion­alism that accom­panied the games — no manufac­turers were inspired enough to hire Bertone’s designers.

Shame.

Film below features a period-​​correct soundtrack by Jean-​​Michel Jarre.

Perchance to Dream

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

Influx people: Seventies Stylists

Friday, July 16th, 2010

Chris Ryan
Chris Ryan is Cornish based surfer, musician and collector of offbeat vehicles. His Beach Buggy is a creation from the early 70s — with fibre­glass frame strapped onto a ’61 beetle chassis. The motor is your standard 1500 VW job. “I bought the buggy from a friend who used it on a farm about 10 years ago with a view to restoring it,”, he tells me. ” The project hasn’t really taken off yet,” he says, “But I like it because it isn’t a shiny gadget: it’s a bit nasty.”

Neville King
Chef and co-​​proprietor of the Old Station Inn in Hallatrow, Somerset, Neville bought his Corvette 13 years ago whilst he was living in the US to keep in the UK as a runaround. The plan had been to buy a British classic motor car, but this was a little piece of the American dream he wanted to keep close.
“She has dangerous curves — great going in a straight line, but gets inter­esting in the wet. She’s still a very comfortable drive, if a little noisy. Last weekend she was driven up to Newcastle and back without a problem.“
www.theoldstationandcarriage.co.uk

Elsie Pinniger
Pro surfer and seamstress Elsie Pinniger bought ‘Mo’ the 1976 Morris Marina in Harvest Gold, 18 months ago. Though Marinas haven’t had the best press of late, Elsie is in love.
“It’s so easy to fix! All you need is the manual. I always surprise the AA men by knowing what to do with Mo in a crisis. Mo’s also long enough to keep the longboard in. Huge priority.
www.goodneon.co.uk

James Lovelock: Petrolhead Icon?

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

Cherish the beauty of engines like this Corvette ZR1 V8. You may not be able to afford to run it for much longer.James Lovelock, the ninety one year old maverick envir­on­mental scientist is doing the media rounds this week with a series of lectures and media appearances.

It may be overstating the fact to say that the creator of the Gaia Hypothesis that shook up the world of envir­on­mental science in the late sixties and seventies is someone to whom the lovers of large engines and mechanical speed should bow down in reverence — but his oft-​​repeated urge for us to “enjoy life while we can” comes as scien­tifically legit­imate succour to those of us who believe that the beauty of V8 engines should be cherished — as long as there are planes flying in the air and that the economic growth of devel­oping countries like Brazil, India and China is driven by coal-​​fired furnaces.

Back when the first oil crisis of the early seventies had yet to rear its economy-​​shattering head, this was the guy who posited for that the planet was a self-​​sustaining system deeply vulnerable to human feedback, but ultimately that it would be resilient in the face of human short-​​sightedness.

Lovelock put the cat amongst the green campaigning pigeons more recently by coming out in favour of nuclear energy – it being, he said, the only real hope of achieving mass power that doesn’t emit tonnes upon tonnes of green­house gasses.
He gilded the contro­versial lily by coming out with the idea that we should store all the nuclear waste from our zero-​​emission electricity deep in the middle of the Amazon rainforest — thereby creating a human no-​​go area for the next few hundred thousand years and ensuring the integrity of the planet’s supply of oxygen.

Whatever you believe in the increas­ingly hot debate about envir­onment and resource, and to whichever branch of scien­tifically legit­imised politics you choose to align yourself — the real worry remains for people who love powerful cars, is in this tragically foreshortened, polit­ically tempes­tuous future that seems to await: will anyone but the super rich be able to afford to actually use them?

lovelock in his lab

Death Race 2000

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

In America the automobile was always an icon of liberty. And from the very earliest days of motoring the American road trip itself is a sort of sacred pilgrimage where techno­lo­gical progress and the freedom of the open road were celeb­rated. It wasn’t long until Hollywood hammered the image home and road-​​tripping motors nudged out covered wagons as the carriers of the flame of American self-​​determination. All the more powerful, then, is the Roger Corman produced exploit­ation epic that is Death Race 2000. Set in a dystopian millennium where a fascist global government keeps the plebs in order by the spectacle of sacri­ficial festivals on the coast – to-​​coast highway, the 1975 movie is an absurdist commentary on America’s automotive obsession and a delightful subversion of the sacred coast-​​to-​​coast trip. Featuring perform­ances of the purist vintage of killer kitsch from David Carradine and Sly Stallone, the design and photo­graphy is garishly evocative of the comic book futurism popular in the seventies. The twisted chicks in the cast are jarringly sexy, and some of the dialogue is poetry of the campest order. And of course, there are some brilliantly stupid modded cars. In an awful promotion of national stereo­types the murderous Roman ‘Nero the Hero’ drives a machine based on a Fiat 850 Spider, whilst ‘Matilda the Hun’ rocks a Swastika helmet and a Karmann Ghia modded to resemble a doodlebug flying bomb. Star of the show David Carradine’s mutant green mean machine is under the skin of it all a 1973 Corvette. America rules, of course. Looking at the film in mixed company and with the spectre of political correctness stalking us all, the film is at times an uncom­fortable watch. Best saved, then, for the late night drive-​​in, somewhere in Nebraska in 1976.