It’s Tuesday. Here’s another entry in the “Who Does That?” case file. There’s something unsettling about a Corvette sitting outside in the snow like it’s a discarded patio chair. That machine was engineered for blue skies, wide-open pavement, and unapologetic speed—not for huddling curbside while road salt gnaws away at its undercarriage and dignity.

If you’re going to own a fiberglass icon, at least show it a little respect when winter rolls in. Put it in a garage. Throw a cover over it. Let it hibernate with some grace and the promise of summer redemption. Leaving it out there to freeze on a city street? That’s not bold—it’s mechanical negligence.

Honestly, some people just shouldn’t be trusted with nice things.

-keep

Keep, Some People Are Not Afraid of a Little Snow.

It was snowing (yet again) during my morning commute today. Saw this parked among the remains of Sunday’s blizzard near Penn Station in NYC.

-Steve