A Cobra may be the best commuter car ever.

[D-CEL]

I needed a break from the usual this morning. It was a little cool (42), but clear and calm, generally looking to be a nice day. So I fired up the Cobra and headed off to start my commute.
Rancho Cucamonga to Northridge, Ca. 66.5 miles one way.
As I reached the freeway (210 west @ Archibald) I was greeted by a sea of red lights. Craaaaaaaap!
What should have been a smooth 1hr 5 min jaunt, turned into a 2hr and 10 min slog..
Crashes, morons and plethora rude bastards were the icing of the slow traffic cake.
The only thing worse than a idiot reading the news paper, sloppily laid across the steering wheel, while driving.
...would be a complete idiot in a Prius with an Ipad on the steering wheel, completely disconnected from the world around him.
I’m ok with traffic, so long as the wheels keep rolling. When they stop, I go into IED mode. But I digress.
My patience was running thinner than the cylinder walls of a twice rebuilt FE…
In frustration I blipped the throttle. The motor snapped to attention, not skipping a beat, the sound waking me from my angry trance.
I took a sip of coffee as my blood pressure began to stabilize.
How could this angry old race car be handling this better than I?
Happily idling along for the better part of an hour. Not running hot. Not loading up. Clutch not chattering.
Performing perfectly be it completely outside its realm.
I looked at the shape of those beautiful fenders and scoop filling my windshield. I suddenly felt involved, strapped in tight, acutely aware of the pedals and the shifter, listening to the crackle of the exhaust, saturated by the Cobra experience. Remembering the first time I pumped the pedal and turned the key. Sigh… that was a great day.
I wondered if Mr. I-penis was enjoying his 45 mpg as much a I was enjoying my 10---ish…

I don’t think so.

The constipated mass finally freed up a little when I got thru Pasadena. But my view had changed.
Not a bad way to spend a couple of hours.

D-cel