Sting Ray Driving Impressions

by Rich Taylor
From Car Classics, October 1977

Dick Henderson has a heavy foot. The Sting Ray comes out of the tight right-hander at the south end of the Tech Center track, tires mildly squeaking, steering wheel flapping in his hands. He’s in the middle of Second, maybe 60 miles an hour. He looks over and grins at me wickedly. And that lead foot drops like a runaway boulder onto the unsuspecting gas pedal.

I’m precariously braced on one knee against the driveshaft tunnel, standing nearly erect, looking through a flat, wide-angle camera lens. The blast of air catches my glasses at the same time the world explodes around my ears and the seat boogaloos a foot behind me. Henderson finds the floor and holds it there. Tumbled into the seat in a heap, glasses, camera and lenses scattering, I’m literally pinioned to the seat back until Henderson gaily pauses to shift gears.

I twist around, only to catch Third full in the face as that foot drops again. At 120, the airstream feels like it wants to take the top of my head off. We pound down the patchy test track concrete, a narrow two lanes wide, nail an unsuspecting turbocharged Chevette as we go into the left hander at the end of the straight and rocket into the high-banked bowl of the Monza Wall.

Henderson has the needle pegged, the G-force pulling his cheeks grotesquely down around his chin, the suspension bottomed against the stops. The Sting Ray tracks around happily, moving easily in Henderson’s hands, the cords in his forearms standing out tight and rigid. He is smiling, a dreamy, far-away smile of a satiated man who knows that he can sustain this feeling as long as he wants, a contented man at ease with his harsh environment.

We shoot out of the bowl, foot steady on the gas, and then, with a response that literally takes your breath away, we rocket forward as the injectors dump all they can into the madly sucking valves. Henderson leaves his foot on the floor until the last possible moment. When he lifts, it is with reluctance, as if some great weight is pushing us onward, Dick Henderson has a heavy foot.

The Sting Ray belongs to the luckiest group of mechanics in the world, GM Styling’s Special Vehicles section. Special Vehicles is GMese for ‘‘show cars.” The half-dozen professionals in Special Vehicles are the ones who maintain and transport the various General Motors show cars from the Chicago Auto Show to Monaco for the Grand Prix, from Ontario to Indy for the 500. They are the elite of Bill Mitchell’s shock troops, the favored sons who live in a world of dream cars, far removed from the every-day cares of management, design, production and marketing. Special Vehicles is Bill Mitchell’s version of worry beads. It’s where he goes when he wants to hide. out, when he wants a respite from the manifold pressures of being Bill Mitchell.

Dick Henderson and Kenny Eschebach are the leaders of this fortunate band, and it is their pleasant duty to spend their days ministering to Aerovettes, Manta Rays, Mako Sharks and Sting Rays. Any time he wants to, without even a good excuse, Dick Henderson can hop in the fabulous Sting Ray, drive half a mile to the test track and blow the carbon and cobwebs out at 150 mph. For him, it’s all in a day’s work; for most people it would be a fair approximation of heaven.

The Sting Ray came into Special Vehicles late in 1960, as soon as it returned from racing on the West Coast. Kenny Eschebach came back full time, and the Mitchell racing team was shut down. The Sting Ray was completely refurbished, given a real windshield, a tonneau cover, and Corvette emblems. It then went to the Chicago Auto Show in February 1961 in what turned out to be a successful bid to elicit public support for the Sting Ray shape on the production Corvette.

At that point, the real job of the Sting Ray was done. Mitchell had cleverly used the racing success of the car to build interest in the shape, then used that public interest as an argument to get the shape into production. From the time the Q-model was first drawn up in 1957 until the production ’63 Corvette appeared, it was over five years. But in all that time, Mitchell never lost his faith in the radical Shinoda shape, even though he later had a falling out with Shinoda himself. Of all his wars with engineering, marketing and management, the Sting Ray program was the most drawn out. . . and the most successful.

Its races run, the Sting Ray was turned out to pasture in 1962. It was given a passenger seat, a passenger windshield and a speedometer. The full-race Sting Ray became Mitchell’s personal transportation. It finally got the Dunlop disc brakes it had needed all along, and then when Zora Duntov became involved in a fight over whether the 427 big block belonged in the lightweight Corvette, he borrowed the Sting Ray to fit it with a 377 cubic inch small block. With this, he tried to convince Ed Cole that the big block was overkill. When that failed, the Sting Ray itself got a 427, complete with four Weber carbs that poked through the hood. In this form, with a transparent plastic hood scoop, it blushed Ferrari red.

Finally, Mitchell took the long-suffering Sting Ray back to Special Vehicles and had it restored. It is now silver again, with a silver leather interior. The hood is smooth, and Duntov’s fantastic fuel-injected, 377 cubic inch small block is back under it. For the New York Auto Show in 1977, Eschebach and Henderson cleaned up the Sting Ray once again, making it absolutely pristine.

The Sting Ray today is a better car than it was in 1960. It has disc brakes now, a show car finish and an out-of-this-world 377 motor. It’s a fantastic piece, an absolute jewel in every way. Mitchell, Henderson and Eschebach get a little misty when they talk about it, and it’s the kind of car you can just sit and look at for hours and always discover something new. Of all the Mitchell cars, it’s easily the best, and of all the Larry Shinoda designs, it’s easily the best again. Bred from the ill-fated Sebring SS, progenitor of the classic ’63 Split Window, the Sting Ray marks a major turning point not only in Bill Mitchell’s career, but also in the styling history of General Motors. A fabulous, perfect car.

Henderson is still grinning away, wanting more. He softly stabs the brakes, then harder as we plunge deep into the right hander. I have a momentary flash of what it must have been like for Dick Thompson to race this monster, diving into corners like this at full chat, knowing there were no brakes left at all. Then I’m grabbing onto the dashboard for dear life, trying to keep from falling on top of Henderson as he slams through the righthander and the gears, all at the same time.

Into that snakey left, then right again in Second, the two of us rattling shoulder to shoulder with jarring force. He’s back at the beginning of the mile-long straight, pushing it now. He looks at me and lifts his right hand, palm up, as if to say, “Well…?’ smile and give him “thumbs up.’’ Before my hand is down out of the air stream, the Sting Ray is back at the top end of Third, deep into triple figures. I don’t need to look to know that Henderson ts laughing out loud. I’m laughing too. He catches Fourth at 6500. —Rich Taylor

  1. Such a stunning car, for those of us jonesing for one of these I believe Fiberfab made a few bodies back in the 60’s that are pretty close… but it is sure cool to see the original and read about it…

  2. Bob Immler

    In 1957, Duntov and Chevy built the Corvette SS to be raced at Sebring and then at LeMans. There were two, the race car with a magnesium body and the mule with a fiberglass body. The mule was taken to Sebring and tested and modified as faults were discovered. The race car was finished, to show car standards, at the last minute and driven in the race. They should have raced both. The Corvette SS was fast but not fully developed. It dropped out after a few laps with brake issues.

    Bill Mitchell bought the SS mule from GM for $1, or something, and turned it into the Stingray racer. BTW, when raced, the Stingray was red, not silver.

  3. Andrew Miles

    Wonderful read. Rich Taylor really puts you in the car – and what a car – so vividly. I wonder if any of his photographs came out clear, or at all? Taking pictures would’ve been the last thing on my mind, given the opportunity to be a passenger and being driven by someone who could obviously handle the beast. I’m practically picking the bugs from out of my teeth; and searching for my spectacles…

  4. The story has it as Sting Ray whereas it should be Stingray for the racer. Chevy changed it to Sting Ray for the ’63 Corvette. The February 2021 issue of Collectible Automobile has my story on the Stingray.
    I should have put in driving impressions because I drove it at the Tech Center.
    It raced in both red and silver, red and first and later in silver as it was when I saw it at Bridgehampton. Sensational!

  5. Andrew Minney


  6. Norman Gaines Jr.

    “as soon as it returned from racing on the West Coast.” Yes, having tried, I believe, to “eat” a certain Birdcage Maserati….

    Look it up.

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