Seeing these amazing cars, many displayed in historical dioramas,
makes me wish I could climb into Roy Orbison’s '67 Vette and roar off to explore
Route 66.

The Corvette factory is here, too, and in the entryway to the museum, brand new Corvettes sat behind velvet ropes, awaiting their proud parents to come and claim them.



To top off our nostalgic tour, we enjoyed burgers and fries
at the adjacent classic diner. It was a fun outing. If you ever find yourself
in Bowling Green, I’d highly recommend it.
One warning: a trip to the Corvette Museum can be expensive. Not the entry fee, that's only ten dollars. No, the expensive part is that after seeing all those gorgeous sports cars, my husband is itching for a 1977 model of his own. And judging by
the vintage Corvette dealer just a block away, he’s not the first to catch Corvette fever.
What do you think? Can you see yourself in one of these beauties?
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