The Corvette C7 represents America’s desire to be taken seriously in the eyes of Europe. This is nothing new. We’ve been doing it since Henry James Ex-Patted his way from coffee house to coffee house trying to capture the perfect Portrait of a Lady. The C7 goes off faster than I do when I refrain from TOUCHING MYSELF for a week. You can’t see out the back because the ass of the car is higher than your head. Plus, this car is so hyped in every blog…so we’ll see.