When I was young, circa 1972, I had this beautiful used 1966 Mustang convertible with a three-speed stick and a straight-six-cylinder engine. It was a kid’s dream. Great, just not fast enough to kill me. Thankfully. Had more fun in that car for the approximate five years I owned it than I can recall.Now, I have a 2006 Corvette convertible with a sixspeed manual transmission and enough speed, torque to kill me; but I’m now wise enough to know that I don’t want to die because I was stupid enough to take a curve too fast just to prove I’m ...