[Tony Radford]

Since my last five years of Cobra ownership has been so different than that of Rsimones, I couldn't help but recall an experience from the late 70s. I had a good friend who moved to Negril, Jamacia and purchased a small motel on the coast. I spent a week with him in late 78 when Jamacia was a wild, undeveloped place (there was little power and no phones within 5 miles of his motel. No hot water or refridgerators (ice boxes only), and the experience of lifetime. The beauty of an undeveloped, crude tropical paradise - amazing! It was a fantastic week and I hated leaving. A few months later, I was visiting a friend who was also being visited by his brother and new sister in law. Having just returned from a Jamacian honeymoon, I took the opportunity to compare notes. They absolutely hated the experience and though they had purchased a week, they came home after three days in what they considered to be a third-world pit that totally lacked the creature comforts of home. We were on opposite sides of the spectrum of "enjoyment factor". The difference between jumping in my pickup to run an errand or take a trip versus filing a flight plan to venture out in my little red rocket is night and day. My car excites me just as much today as it did when I first set eyes on her in the garage of the person I purchased her from five years ago. I wouldn't trade it for anything.