CAR GUY CONFESSION: HOW TO CHIRP 1ST

This week, our featured Confession of a Car Guy is one of our own and certainly fits the bill of embarrassing, pathetic, or inexplicably stupid. Here it is:

In 2007, I was in high school, spoiled, and driving my father's C6 Corvette -- life was good. 

In front of a Starbucks full of middle managers and housewives, I started the obnoxiously loud and utterly american V8 to a menacing growl -- followed by a squeal -- and then the soft finish of a stall.

I left the car in first and started it.

Needless to say, I pulled out quietly in second. 

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