@glitterbag,
Ahhh, corvettes. A friend of my fathers's had a silver corvette, back when I was seventeen and impressionable, 1959. He, older, was not a creep to me though, funny and wise and handsome but not a dick (a word I learned later) so I remember him well as the spark that made me uninterested in joining the nuns I was signed up for.
Adds - looking back, that was my first italian of personal interest, New York guy. He was a well regarded film editor some while later.