“Heading for the nineties, living in the wild, wild west!” was the rallying cry in the chorus of Escape Club’s Billboard Hot 100 chart topper “Wild, Wild West” from late 1988. I was then in high school, either falling asleep at night with the radio playing songs like this, or taping them onto cassette in my waking hours with my dual-deck boom box. Escape Club has the dubious distinction of being the only British band with a Billboard No. 1 pop hit who has never charted in their home country.
I’m not knocking this group, and a number one song is a number one song, which is one more than I’ll ever have. I was surprised to learn they were from England, as the lead singer, Trevor Steel, sang with a more convincing United States accent than probably even some of my friends possess. Never one of my absolute favorite songs, “Wild, Wild West” was still fun, had a good beat and a catchy chorus, and was fine for the background as part of a radio set list or mixtape.
This song would have been loosely part of my soundtrack from that period of the late ’80s when I was newly a teenager and excited for the promise of what things, people, and experiences high school and the ’90s were going to bring. My first overnight stay in Chicago, where I’ve lived now for most of my life, happened in 1990, the year of our featured Corvette. I had been here before that during my participation in two, annual, all-day field trips with my middle school classes from Flint, Michigan. I had never realized before those earlier trips as a preteen that: a.) Chicago was this enormous city that was also located in the Midwest; and b.) That it was less than five hours away from Flint. Little did I know then that I would one day live here, in my dream city.
Pizzeria Due. Magnificent Mile District, Chicago, Illinois. Thursday, July 7, 2022.
That later, extended stay in 1990, which lasted several days, would be part of a trip I had taken with my church’s youth group. It was an absolute blast and great, clean fun with people I liked both then and now. Part of that adventure included my very first slice of deep dish pizza at Pizzeria Due in the Magnificent Mile District, a stone’s throw from Michigan Avenue. That first taste was so delicious and unlike any other pizza I had ever had before that I just couldn’t eat it fast enough, and I kept a clean napkin from the restaurant for a few years as a souvenir. My most recent meal at Due was already three years ago. I’m overdue (I offer no apologies for the pun) for another pie there.
Upon making a positive identification of this fourth-generation Corvette as a 1990 model, it struck me as terribly strange (to borrow a phrase from Simon & Garfunkel’s song “Old Friends”) to be viewing it as a car that appears to have seen a lot of life. This was in contrast to my memories of the ’90 being a brand new, desirable halo car, fresh from Bowling Green, Kentucky, on board for the start of a new decade. The arrival of New Year’s Day 1990, which fell on a Monday, seemed steeped in so much potential, and I remember media reports and advertisements focusing on the fact that not only was it a new year, but also a new decade. Soul II Soul, another one of my favorite musical acts from that time, had even called their sophomore album “Vol. II: 1990 – A New Decade”. Even if the commercial success of this release paled in comparison to that of the collective’s first full-length, the joy in the music was reflective of the optimism baked into the record’s subtitle, and I was feeling all of it.
There was reason for extra enthusiasm in 1990 for Corvette fans, with the arrival of the high-performance ZR-1 variant. Powered by a 5.7 liter, 375-horsepower, dual overhead cam, 32-valve, V8 engine dubbed the LT5, the ZR-1 was capable of doing 0-60 mph in just four and a half seconds, and to 100 mph in just six seconds more, according to Car And Driver. Its top speed was a stellar 175 mph. There’s more to be read about the ZR-1 elsewhere, and our example is clearly not a ZR-1, but I mention it only to illustrate that in its seventh model year, the C4 was still very much alive, well, and capable of generating excitement. The ZR-1 had performance that was the equal or better of much more expensive cars across some significant measures. I can imagine its presence having had a “halo effect” on the lesser Corvettes, which would acquire the ZR-1’s rear styling for ’91. The 1990 ‘Vette would be last to feature the concave rear panel originally introduced with the arrival of the C4 for model year ’84.
This Corvette is finished in factory Dark Red, one of seven colors available that year. It’s powered by a 245-hp V8 that, despite having the same 5.7 liter displacement as the high-performance engine, has a completely different bore and stroke. Included among the new changes for ’90 were a driver’s side airbag, antilock brakes, and a new dashboard. Corvette sales for 1990 fell about 10% from the prior year to 23,600 units, with most of those (16,000) being the base hatchback with and with just over 3,000 ZR-1s finding takers at its very expensive $58,995 price, almost $134,000 in 2022. The base model had a starting price of about $32,000 ($72,500 / adjusted). A new 2022 Corvette actually costs about 16% less, accounting for inflation. Let’s call that progress.
Only a couple of months ago, I had the great pleasure to visit in person with a friend whose family had lived cater-corner from my old house in Flint. She and I hadn’t seen each other since around when this burgundy Corvette was new. In very little time, especially given our prolonged absence from each other outside of being connected on social media, we seemed to pick right back up where we had left off. We were now grown versions of the kids who were part of a group that used to play cards on the back porch of her house, listen to the radio (which undoubtedly included Escape Club), joke, drink heavily caffeinated Mountain Dew, and discuss pop culture. I thought to myself during her and my visit about how much had happened within each of our respective lives over the past three decades during which she and I hadn’t had a face-to-face conversation.
This Corvette has picked up dings, scratches, and cosmetic issues that would be in keeping with a life well-lived, even if some of those experiences weren’t pretty. The ’90s would bring its share of both triumphs and challenges into my life as I navigated the “wild, wild west” of young adulthood. I can honestly say that I wouldn’t trade the lessons I’ve learned or the people I’ve known for anything, much as the owner of this C4 is holding onto this example in present day, flaws and all. To paraphrase a commenter on one of my recent essays, the journey, in and of itself, has value independent of arrival at the destination. Seeing this worn-in Corvette still in use seems, in a way, to give me permission to relax about the future, which will soon be here.
Rogers Park, Chicago, Illinois.
Saturday, May 14, 2022.
The 1990 Chevrolet Corvette brochure pages were as sourced from www.oldcarbrochures.org.
Joseph – As soon as I read the first line of this wonderful essay, the first thing that came to mind was the parody song, “Living in my Wife’s White Dress”, that came out when this song was popular. All the “morning shows” used to play it back in the day on the radio. Do you remember it?
Thank you so much. And I do not remember that parody! Do you remember the game shows “Concentration” and later “Classic Concentration” with the visual puzzles that contestants had to solve by pronouncing phonetically? I just had to do that with “Living In My Wife’s White Dress” to understand that it wasn’t a real song. I’m slow right now, and it was a loooong workday. LOL
Of course I remember those shows!! I still watch the reruns from the 70’s/80’s and I can never solve the puzzles
Funny, I’m actually looking to purchase a C4! My last car was a 1996 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 which was a great grand touring car with explosive acceleration – I ran a 13.41@103.29mph bone stock – but it was too big for tight corners.
I’ve always loved how the C4 looked. Unfortunately they are going up in price apparently. I really want an LT1 model but to be honest I’d love the car pictured here with a 6 speed!
And just try to find one for sale with a manual transmission. I’d been looking for a number of years, and with one exception (which had a whole host of issues about it), every one I’ve seen for sale in my area has been an automatic.
Nope, no interest in an automatic Corvette.
Stetson, I then had to look up the exterior dimensions of both a ’96 (C4) Corvette and the Mitsubishi 3000 GT, and they’re surprisingly similar. In my mind’s eye, they do have a similar stance.
I actually like that the C4s are starting to appreciate, as people are starting to appreciate them.
Excellent weaving together of time, place, and cars. Pizzeria Due reminds me of my 16th birthday, where I was taken out to a well-loved (now gone, like so many DC-area icons) DC pizza place – Armand’s at Tenleytown. Armand’s I now know/have learned patterned itself on Due. We east coasters found “Chicago Deep Dish Pizza” strange but intriguing. The brick building and the red and deep green awnings plus the neon sign…that look inspired a bunch of Due-type pizzerias.
What that dinner was notable for – for me – was that it was the first time that I had ever gone out to dinner with peer friends where one of them (one who is about 6 months older than me) drove! We were all newly minted drivers…me, minted that very day…and it was the starting point of our “independency”. But it all started with Chicago Deep Dish Pizza.
Good memories. Thanks Joe!
What, Armand’s is closed? It looks like the Tenleytown place is gone, but the nearby Rockville location is still open. Agreed, it’s some of the best and most distinctive pizza in the DMV. (for non-locals, that’s District of Columbia and adjacent suburban Maryland, and Northern Virginia, not the Department of Motor Vehicles. Here in Maryland, that state government agency is called the MVA (Motor Vehicle Administration). Didn’t know Armand’s was based on Chicago pizza; I like the thick, white, and solid cheese that sets it apart from the usual gooey mozzarella.
Yep. Closed now for about a half-dozen years. I do hear that the one in Rockville at Congressional Plaza is still open…but as far as I was concerned, there was only one location (Tenleytown). Otherwise, might as well just go to Chicago for the original stuff 😉
What a terrific memory and association to have. Thank you for sharing that, and Armand’s looks like a great place – makes me sad to know that it’s closed! I have family in the DC area and enjoy just one day during those visits of exploring out on my own.
The funny thing about Due is that being the second location of famous Pizzeria Uno (thank goodness they stopped counting after the second one and called the rest of them just “Pizzeria Uno” instead of “Tre”, etc.), it’s so close to the first location.
I’ll just say this about Chicago deep-dish. It must be experienced to be appreciated or disliked, either way. And just one slice is the equivalent of one meal… that’s all one adult really needs. I can’t remember when or how I learned that. Oh, to have my teenage metabolism again.
Your featured song reminds me (again) that the 80s was a really great decade for pop music. I am not sure why I remember this one so well, as it came 2 or 3 years after my last real immersion into current music, but I agree that it was a fun song – though I am now reminded (after watching it) of the creepy music video.
1990 was the year I got married, and my life was about as far away from a Corvette then as it was possible to get. I was settling down, but someone who bought one of these seemed to be ready to party like it’s 1999. 🙂
And now I really want a deep dish Chicago-style pizza!
You and me both, JP. You and me both. My dietary “cheat day” can’t come around soon enough for some deep-dish pizza.
We rented these in Hawaii, so when I was there during those years, I often got a new red covertible Corvette. So much potential, brought down by build quality. I can’t imagine spending that much money for a car with crooked dash bits, misfitting doors, and an interior that was downright cheesy with nice leather seats. Perhaps I was spoiled driving Mazdas, Nissans, Mercedes and Mustangs covertibles? Perhaps – but it was obvious that the Corvette of this generation was sub-par except for power. It had a great engine, great speed and well – it is a Corvette. Yet, spending time with these cars over the next four years, (always a brand new one), and spending weeks with it didn’t endear it to me. OTHER people were impressed as hell – but then, they were in Pontiac Sunbird covertibles and Metro convertibles.
One pre-dawn morning, I sped up Haleakala to watch the sun come up. It was a chilly morning, but the covertible top stopped working after I dropped it at sea level. The higher I climbed, the colder it got. The Corvette blasted like a rocket with unlimited power, and with each bend in the road, the great tires grabbed and made up for the sloppy handling in comparison to the other sports cars I regularly drove. On hard turns, the glovebox would pop open. I stopped trying to close it, and just let it hang open until I reached the top. Got to the top effortlessly and witnessed a glorious dawn. There were dozens of bikers at top, putting on helmets, and padding to ride down the volcano on the road. Buses take them to the top, they climb on bikes, and then ride down. It looked like a lot of great fun.
So, this generation of Corvette, reminds me of disappointment. Shouldn’t have been assembled with axes and hammers. Needed to be a bit less full of itself in execution. Had a great engine – and the Corvette look – but sadly, it was not worth the money at all.
Wow. It sounds like the proof was in the pudding, in terms of your experience of these C4s. I’ll be curious to read about the impressions of others should they comment about driving or renting one.
When I was doing a little research for this article, I learned that one of the new-for-’90 features was a refreshed dashboard that was more whizz-bang and not popular with everyone. From the brochure pictures I saw of the new dashboard, I liked it, but I’m also a sucker for the ’80s and still enjoy playing Atari from time to time.
I’ll always love the C4. I can’t help it.
I’ve long been intrigued by how it is usually easy to tell whether somebody is American or British when they talk, but often impossible to tell when they sing. I may be wrong, but I attribute that to the huge popularity of American rock-and-rollers in Britain in the late 1950s, which bounced back during the “British Invasion” influx of British acts that hit it big in the US in the mid-1960s. For one week in 1965, nine of the top ten most popular songs in the USA were from British acts. British and American singers have been imitating each others’ work for so long now it’s hard to tell them apart, and it’s now the exception rather than the rule that an act that makes it big in the UK will also be big in the US, and vice versa. Every now and then though, you’ll get an American who is only popular in the UK, or the opposite (the Canadian charts are their own thing, in part because of Canadian content laws).
The last charting American song for the Village People was “Ready for the ’80s”, which unfortunately for the group did not prove prophetic. I know nothing about the career of the Escape Club; hopefully they did better in the ’90s the the Village People did in the ’80s (although their old songs eventually regained popularity, but for most of the ’80s disco of any kind was strictly prohibited on American radio and in general. Me, I liked disco in the late ’70s and still do).
I lived through both the ’80s and ’90s. The ’90s were better in just about every way – music, cars, television, culture in general. There was certainly some good stuff from the 1980s, but it pales compared to the best of the decades that preceded or followed it IMO.
I’ve thought about the accent question, too. It’s not just English accents. Australian, Irish, Scandinavian, Islandic, other non-english speaking countries. Artists from these places all generally sing in a way that doesn’t sound accented when singing in English. I tend to think it’s in the nature of singing, that stylized vocalization minimizes accents. But some singers still sound accented (e.g. The Smiths/Morrisey always sounded pretty English to me).
I’ll nominate the late Syd Barrett (original Pink Floyd lead singer, lead guitarist, and main songwriter) as the most British-sounding British singer, one that would never be confused for an American (or Canadian or Australian or anywhere else). There are a few other more recent ones like Lily Allen, although she goes out of her way to sing like that.
I’ve always found the “talking Brit, singing American” thing to be interesting too.
Slightly related, in my mind is a kid who grew up with my son and he turned into a fairly popular local singer. He stuttered terribly when speaking but he sung perfectly.
Well stated and very thought provoking. I’m also interested in corresponding chart positions between the UK and US, and where an act is originally from. Samantha Fox, Tears For Fears, and Howard Jones all come to mind (there are more and better examples, but I’m just banging out a few comments before I eat) as examples of U.K. acts that released songs that had generally higher chart positions in the States than in the U.K.
And then the accent thing. I’ll admit to having liked the music of Milli Vanilli in the late ’80s, and for the same reason that I have been thrown off by the U.S. accents of some U.K.-based bands, I’m sure the teenage me thought it was completely plausible that these German guys could sing so well in an American Black accent. It didn’t even cross my mind that the way they spoke English was so different from how they sang, until the whole lip-sync thing happened. Those poor guys. Not to take this down yet another tangent, but everybody else was doing it and they got punished.
But, yeah. If I had to affect a proper English accent in a song, I’d fail. Full stop.
Very nice find on this decent condition example of the last year of the original non-updated styling! I liked the 89-90 wheels at the time. Now I think they were probably the worst of the C4 wheels.
Your story reminds me of that time, when I was fresh out of high school in my first year of college. You actually remember New Years falling on a Monday!? 1990 seemed so NEW and anything with a date on it seemed, like, ultra modern. So much more than anything from the 80’s. At least that was my perspective, unburdened by previous adult experience with decades changing. Kind of silly in hindsight, since 1990 is ancient now. 1990 doesn’t seem that long ago to me. It’s equivalent to 1960 at that time, and that really sounded far away then. I can thus imagine what 1990 sounds like to an 18 year old today. Perspective is a funny thing.
I was more of a rock lover than top 40 pop enthusiast, so I was only vaguely familiar with the Wild Wild West song from radio play. I certainly couldn’t identify the artist. It seemed like there were a lot of new artists at the start of the 90’s. Lot’s of great songs, some from one hit wonders, some from new artists with legs. Good times.
So it seems subconsciously it the pizza that made you move to Chicago!
Jon, I didn’t actually remember New Year’s Day falling on a Monday (I had to look that it), but I do remember ringing in that New Year with friends from my youth group. My intent in throwing in that detail was just to emphasize the newness of how everything felt.
I love those wheels on this Corvette – one of my favorite designs on the C4! I think they added just enough zest to what was an older design to my teenage eyes by the time the ’90 rolled around.
And, yes – the Chicago pizza was definitely part of those exciting first impressions. They just did everything bigger here than back home in Flint. 🙂
The 1980s-1990s were the last years that music acts earned fortunes with recorded music. By 2000, Napster and free music took over the industry. That was a huge change and while there are still terrific music acts today, they just don’t get the easy money that used to come with a hit song. They have to travel endlessly and sell concert tickets. The road takes a toll and many talented people turn to other endevors instead of music to earn a living.
That is why we reminiscence about music from that era. MTV would reveal a new video on cable, the song would be released on the radio, and we’d get to live it for a month or two until the next hit video/song came along. It seemed very fresh and you felt a part of a larger community.
The digital music revolution has both disadvantages and advantages for recording acts. Yes, recordings brought in more money back when you had to buy them on physical media like vinyl or CDs, but even back then I wouldn’t characterize it as “easy money”. Quite often, the publishers, record companies, and supposed songwriters made more money from hit songs than the performers themselves. Young artists and bands were often so eager to get a record contract that they’d sign off on deals that were very unfavorable to the artists, which was especially true of Black artists who often saw little money from their blues, jazz, and R&B hits. This assumed you had a record contract to begin with – obtaining one was difficult. Consider the Beatles – John, Paul, and George had been performing together incessantly since 1957 (though using other band names until 1960), but despite enthusiastic responses from live audiences they couldn’t land a record contract until five years later, so they remained unknown outside of Liverpool and Hamburg where they played most of their gigs. They finally signed with Parlophone in late 1962 and got their first album out a year later, but only in the UK since their foreign affiliates declined to issue it at first. By the time most of the world heard of the Beatles for the first time in 1964, their career as a band was already half over.
Consider how much easier it is to get your music out today. Record contracts, record companies, who needs them? You post your new song on Youtube or Soundcloud or Bandcamp and it can go viral on TikTok or Snapchat or Instagram within days. Of course so can everybody else, so it takes some effort and plenty of luck for your song to break through the all the competition. Still, many popular acts and songs in recent years have gained attention through these channels, sometimes getting picked up by a major label once they’ve become popular through self-promotion. Some efforts have been made to compensate artists, producers, and songwriters whose work is downloaded or streamed on platforms like Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube, although it is still far too little compared to what they earned in the pre-digital era.
What you said about the Beatles only adds to their mystique to the uneducated fans. Many fans don’t realize that their career “was half over” when they got a record deal and released hit after hit after hit. All the uneducated fans think “well if the Beatles could release hits in succession why can’t (insert pop star here).”
It seemed like the norm for pretty much all groups to get screwed by the record companies in their first contracts, often being left on the hook for grossly expensive studio rentals and associated recording expenses (another thing technology has largely made obsolete) that exceeded the band’s earnings for the actual sales of the record, then as now the only way they’d make their money is from touring to support the album, and that’s hoping you don’t have slimy management stuffing their pockets as also happened to many notable bands(see Queen’s Death on Two Legs).
For a band to have any real success back then from album sales they needed to fulfill their contract after having several albums under their belt and finally renegotiate for more favorable terms and, crucially, have staying power, both in remaining relevant to audiences or not having internal conflicts that cause a breakup. There are only a lucky few bands that pulled that off if you think about it, countless others hit their critical and commercial peak in their first or second albums and ended up essentially broke after a poorly received third album.
The change in the industry to free accessible music is a double edged sword for both the artist and the listener. I came of age in the Napster/piracy era, all the music I could ever want was at my fingertips for free, and all *I* ever wanted at that time was hard rock and lite-heavy metal (eg Ozzy and Metallica rather than Cannibal Corpse), so all I listened to circa 2002-2006 was music as old or older than I was in effect. When you’re unchained from the mainstream music industry you have to go so far out of your way to find contemporary music that you might like that you inadvertently actively ignore what is actually new for something new to you, I mean what compels me to listen to a newer rock album from Greta Van Fleet vs. a UFO album from the 70s? I don’t think I’m a unique case there, I know many others in my age group and younger who love rock but are stuck in a classic rock bubble, and I think that has had an over saturation effect on new bands trying to break through, it’s an uphill battle to hit the kind of mainstream heights to superstardom the genre used to with so much competition from older acts, and that’s probably been a de motivator for talented musicians to even try to “make it” in the industry.
I was just thinking of UFO during the earlier discussion in this thread about British singers who don’t have noticeable British inflection when they sing. One of UFO’s albums was called “Force It”, with a cover that (amongst other things) has numerous faucets on it. The pun was completely lost on me (and probably on most people on the left side of the Atlantic) since in most American inflections “force it” and “faucet” don’t sound anything alike.
“…which was especially true of Black artists who often saw little money from their blues, jazz, and R&B hits.
Funny you should mention this, because after a recent thrift store purchase of TLC’s “CrazySexyCool” from 1994 and reading about the history of the band, after selling something like 23 million (literally) copies of that album and being the first girl group ever to go RIAA Diamond (10M+ sales), they saw only a tiny fraction of that money.
I realize this is just one example, but given how relatively recent in the Rock Era that TLC was popular, unfair practices / contracts / etc. were still going on, and probably still are. I imagine the list of artists from the ’50s and ’60s who were cheated out of money that should have been theirs was extraordinarily long.
Outstanding article and find Joseph! You consistently put out solid writing and pics, I look forward to. Always liked the styling of the C4s, and found they looked their very best in the original 1984 ‘salad shooter’ wheels.
After a couple years dominated by pop and ballad artists in 1987 and 1988, the emergence of hip hop, popularizing of house, electronic, and the renewed popularity of dance music in 1989 and 1990, was such a revelation for fans looking for more energy in their choices. Tommy Boy was probably my favourite label.
Candi and the Backbeat with ‘Under Your Spell’ was probably the biggest dance hit in Canada during this era. Great pop/dance tune. My favourite Tommy Boy act for a while was Information Society. ‘Walking Away’, was my favourite by them. Their follow up to “What’s on Your Mind (Pure Energy).”
Walking away from things that just won’t last…
Kyper, would be the perfect tune to blast from that ’90 Vette. hahaha
My favourite Canadian hip hop song from this era was Kish and ‘I Rhyme The World In 80 Days’
Great song. I think you’d like it.
Daniel, thank you so much. And this Candi song! I had first heard it in the ’90s on a compilation disc I had purchased while in college. It had always intrigued me, because it sounded like something I would have heard on the radio during high school, but I had never heard of “Candi” or this song! Now I understand – this was a hit in Canada. It’s great to hear it again.
And I love Information Society. And Kon Kan. And I do remember Kyper from the summer of 1990, with his sample of Yes’s “Owner Of A Lonely Heart”. We all thought it was genius, and the song made me laugh. Rhyming “Judy” with “booty” was just great. Thanks for triggering these memories. And now I feel like I have to find a picture of myself with those baggy, drawstring skater pants I was wearing that summer. Of course, it won’t see the light of day on CC. Hee hee
Hi Joseph! Since Chicago is your dream city, here is a musical tribute for you! Great article, as always! 🙂
Excellent. Thank you so much, and I love a good musical reference in return!
I never understood why GM couldn’t figure out how to make that piece of curved trim on the dashboard look right. Even when it was new, it’ll look like it didn’t fit together.
I don’t know that I would call ABS one of the “new changes” for ’90 since ABS was standard starting with the ’86s. The ’90 did have an improved ABS, though.
245 hp, but if you had the optional performance axle ratio in the coupe, you got 250.
Had an ’88 for a few years bought used in ’93. The high side sills were an ingress-egress pain and it suffered the usual GM minor issues. The big stuff was fine but it was the little things: power antenna failed, headlight bushings turned to powder of course, the electric hatch release failed, the Bose amps failed, the climate control failed, the power driver’s seat failed. Plus a rear wheel bearing and the L98 intake oil leak. And speaking of leaks it leaked in the rain even after the weatherstripping was replaced. No fun in town as it drove “big” and felt about as sporty as a Buick sedan. The automatic didn’t help the fun factor but it was better than the 4+3. Also, remove the targa roof and you could feel the body flex over every bump.
These are really grand tourers more than sports cars IMO. On the open highway, it was great. In town, not so much. Funny thing, on my ’84 Rx-7 the power antenna, pop up headlights and hatch release still work fine and it never leaks in the rain. Less confining inside, too, despite being much smaller. Nostalgia is now taking hold of the C4s just like the Fox Mustangs and driving up values but they weren’t that great compared to later versions. Owned both, wouldn’t repeat either.
Joseph,
there was a recently discovered electric conversion of the C4 done sometime in the 90’s. And it’s the same colour as the one featured by you, except it’s a ragtop: https://www.autoblog.com/2022/09/16/electric-c4-chevy-corvette-found-junkyard-motorola/