John Fitch. Cooler than you'll ever be.

John Fitch was a Man. A Man that flew P-51 Mustangs in WWII, only to become a prisoner of war. A POW So badass that Patton personally liberated him. Then, because he was a Man, and wanted a woman, he made out with Evita. The Evita.
After flying the sexiest machine of all time, being rescued by the most badass general of all time, and kissing the hottest woman of his time, John needed a job. Obviously, this job would be professional race car driver. He was so good, that he won the Mille Miglia (a famous fucking race) and became the ONLY American to ever drive for the Mercedez Benz factory team. Back in the 50s. American German relations weren't amazing back then, by the way, so you had to be seriously fucking good for them to ignore your American heritage.
As many racing drivers do, John got bored (not many racing drivers actually do get bored. probably only John.) He then decided to design cars. He designed 5. One of them was the Corvette. No big deal.
Ever pass a orange or blue container filled with water on the highway to save lives during accidents? Ya, that was him too.
John Fitch. He was cooler than you'll ever be.