Wolf In Wolf’s Clothing.

Some cars tell you about themselves at first glance.  A big soft family sedan.  (Ho-hum) An utterly practical station wagon.  (Ehhh)  A plodding sort of economy car.  (Wheee) Or a Corvette.  A tough, wide-tired, bulge-hooded “let’s go driving” Corvette.

            A Sting Ray with the 427-cubic-inch 435-horsepower three-deuce V8 you can specify.

            It is what it looks like.