Image if you will, an empty highway stretching as far as the eye can see, the wind in your hair, a throbbing 300BHP under your right foot, the deafening sound of Otis (well not necessarily Otis, may be Floyd or Dire Straits) blaring out on an original Chevrolet radio, 12 miles per gallon, horrendous insurance premiums, and an overwhelming fear of pranging the coolest motor in history - and you've got the drive of a lifetime.

The driver, his nervous passenger, and a 2 ton mechanical monster speeding into the next millennium with the throttle open wider than a whore's snatch.

What would you do if you had to decide between leaving your parent's place to find somewhere of your own to live, or spending your hard earned cash on a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. In Badger's eyes there was no contest - now there's an extra car on the drive.

Earlier this year I had the pleasure of catching a ride in Badger's newly purchased Stingray, a 1973 Corvette in immaculate condition. What you see is undeniably what you get - half a ton of rotating machinery (often refered to as 'the dog's bollocks') bolted into a 15 foot long engine bay, a set of tyres wide enough...well, wide enough to hold the car off the ground, which is pretty wide I can tell you, and a petrol tank the size of a small swimming pool with a fuel bill to match - other than a couple of seats, there's precious little else!

You can forget your Maclaren F1s, your Ferrari F40s, and your Jaguar XJ220s - Chevrolet knew how to put a supercar together. If you're going to scare yourself stupid do it in a 1973 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray.