My Dad was instrumental in encouraging me to get my first Cobra back in the late 90s. He was always the first to jump into the passenger seat to head down to our monthly local Cobra club meetings and would have grabbed the keys if only he could have fit his size 13 shoes into the cramped driver's footbox.
Next week will be the 1 year anniversary of Dad owning his own Cobra. It's a beautiful car that Dad is constantly improving and updating. Seeing him cruising down the road in a stunning big block Cobra is fantastic, because I know that he has had a thing for them since seeing Ken Miles race CSX3002 live back in 65.
Sharing a hobby and a friendship with your old man is one of the greatest things in life.
