My C-4 Page
Welcome to the next chapter of my Corvette affliction.
Here is Mariah, my C-4
Here is Mariah, my C-4
Mariah, is of course, named after Mariah Carey.
All I can say, is "Good Lord..." And she can sing. That voice, that body, those curves. And I haven't even gotten to Mariah Carey...
Mariah is an '85. In 1985, I was thirteen, and a freshman in high school. I spent my days fantasizing about women like Mariah, and the Corvette. If there was any brain power left, I may have used it for studying. But I don't remember.
The C-4, like every Corvette before it, and every Corvette after, set the standard for high performance. The Corvette is compared with and competes with, cars costing many times more: Ferrari, Lotus, Jaguar, Mercedes, BMW, Porsche...
Of course, most owners of these marks frown upon Vettes, and guys like myself who hold Vettes in such high regard. But that's their problem.
I doubt they understand Mariah, either.
Of course, most owners of these marks frown upon Vettes, and guys like myself who hold Vettes in such high regard. But that's their problem.
I doubt they understand Mariah, either.
