It seems to be if you like the look and drive of an SRT-6 you'll like a Vette, and vice-versa. I bought one -- almost bought the other. All my friends with Vettes that aren't just kept as semi-permanent garage decor love the overall package, have at least one story of something stupid mechanical that caused more annoyance than it rightfully should, and eventually either pine for something small and nimble or an H2 so that they can invade Costa Rica. That's pretty much the fate of most two seat sports cars. We get them, give them far less exercise than they were built to get, build contempt over time by familiarity, then come the wandering eyes.

I went through college on a string of cheap, old British and Italian sports cars. The formula was pretty simple. Buy them cheap when the owner was pissed at the car for having just shelled out for a major repair. Extra-cheap if it was a convertible in the winter. Run it until the cost of buying plus what I had to put in the car to keep it going hit what I could sell it for during the warmer months, and then on to the next case. A '72 Spitfire that I frequently would have to break into when the locks would interittently develop a mind of their own. A '75 Fiat Spyder that, every now and again, would seem to get vapor lock at 60mph on the highway and just cut out. An '80 Triumph TR8 with a wire harness that looked (and functioned) like a ball of yarn a cat had been pawing around. And who was the genius that invented the self-destructing semi-automatic transmission that my '73 Karmann Ghia had (or that unprotected nose that lined op so neatly with the rear bumper of pretty much any Chevy Caprice or Ford LTD).