What is it?
Four years ago, when the value of sterling was something to savour, imported sports cars like the Corvette made sense. In 2008, just before the financial crisis, you could buy a C6 for less than £50,000. And getting more than 400 ‘small block Chevy’ horses, with 5.0sec 0-60mph potential, for that kind of outlay made it possible to overlook handling and ride responses that you might charitably describe as “characterful”.
Today, however, a Corvette C6 coupé will cost you £63,000 and a convertible more than £70k. At that kind of cash, the Corvette’s value proposition is considerably weaker. Because that kind of cash ought to buy a sports car with a totally uncompromised driving experience – which it does in the case of the Jaguar XK and Porsche 911.
Enter the Corvette Grand Sport, a car that adds extra visual purpose, and some of the chassis tweaks from the more dynamically impressive Z06, into the regular C6’s mix, for a fairly modest premium.
What’s it like?
The Corvette Grand Sport’s flared wheel arches cover wider-than-standard suspension tracks (30mm more up front and 38mm at the rear). Like the standard C6, the suspension consists of double wishbones front and rear, with composite transverse springs rather than conventional coils. But there’s a lower ride height here, as well as larger, wider wheels, stiffer spring rates, stiffer anti-roll bars and uprated magnetorheological adaptive dampers. The enlarged air ducts on the car’s bodysides are functional, says Chevrolet, cooling larger discs front and rear.
There are very few cars that seem anything like a Corvette on the road. Sitting so far back within the wheelbase, with a pulsating V8 way out in front of you, creates an endearing, almost unique impression when you’re just punting around in everyday traffic. It’s a bit like driving to work in a cut-price Mercedes SLS.
But the Grand Sport’s driving position and interior fittings don’t do justice to that comparison. You sit too high in the cabin, and in front of you are bargain-basement, monotone plastics, a laughably outmoded sat-nav sytem and a trip computer that seems equally antique.