My Velocity blog on how a ride in a cobra changed my life

[Marc #561]

It was 1973. I was 15, working in a gift store stocking merchandise. The owners son, Bruce Meyer, himself a young man at the time, pulls up in an original 427 S/C. The SOUND, that amazing sound, so menacing, brutal. Out of this world. And the car ? Holy crap!!! It took me another 38 years to get my hands on one. Oh, the waiting ? Worth it.

[lamaluv]

It's 1965 in Sun Valley, Idaho and two high school seniors are watching a 289 Cobra beating the sox of of Jags, Corvettes and everything else at a sports car event. It's all we can talk about for the whole weekend. My friends mom says "so you think the Cobra was cool" and we respond with it was the coolest car we had ever seen. About an hour later a 427 Cobra rumbles up the driveway of their summer cabin. It seems that his mom just happened to know a guy that had just got a new Cobra and he was here to give a couple of very excited high schoolers rides. A weekend that I will never forget. The seed had been planted and it only took me 40 years to get my Cobra replica.