[rodneym]

When I test drove a few Cobras last year, all of the owners said that the car was quite the chick magnet, over and over again. In SoCal, the only real chick magnets are Ferrari's and Lamborghini's.
Then, on my way home from picking up the car, I'm at my first stoplight and I hear a female voice, "Hey, you're driving my dream car". I grin, turn to see this angel with impeccable taste and what do I see? A woman waaay past her prime. Way, way past. You know the saying, "Any port in a storm"? Well, not with my vessel.
Since then, it's been more of a middle aged man magnet. Women generally don't know what the car is. They look, but have no idea what to think.