I drove a '62 Vette while down south, owned by one of the car club guys. I believe he named it Christine, after the car in the horror movie. That thing rode way stiffer than my F250 pickup and I quickly found out why the steering wheels were so large and looked like they belonged in a Peterbilt truck - no power steering and really stiff to turn. Still, I can at least say I drove one for a day.