Just the baddest car on the planet. The ultimate drive. No other car, no matter what the make or cost or HP, can give you the rush that a Cobra gives. Creating a stir among onlookers just proves that they all want to be driving or riding in your Cobra.

All of the above! The fastest car in town and the looks you get! What a ride!

when you pump out 115 dbl at the lights , a cop pulls up and says, "nice"

Walking out to the shop and seeing it sitting there.Remembering all the hours spent searching for info,talking to some great people,and a wife that put up with so many hours alone while building the car.Firing the big block always stirs emotion,letting the clutch out in first gear,hammering the throttle,smelling those big meats roasting as they try hooking to the asphalt.All that walk through the shop have to say something.

Can't say......
 

never seen your wife. :LOL::LOL:

Having a 30 year old car and hearing all the stories from her other owners. To see their faces light up when they saw the old girl after all these years. One said that it was like seeing an old girl friend from high school after all the years.;)

Dick

It's a toss-up....but if you ever see her....don't tell her I said so. :3DSMILE:

My feelings exactly,including everything we own.We have what we have because of the total enjoyment these toys give us.Just seems like the season is too short.These cars are beautiful just sitting and firing them up once in a while seems to take the edge off.Stopped covering the toys over winter,just to see them whenever needed.

Just wait untill you can retire and take the car with you somewhere warm in the winter. Your driving season can then be year round and you won't have to just look at them in the winter.:D When you can drive your Cobra year round life is good.

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All the above and a lot more. I could talk/type all day about cars but when it comes down to it it's how I feel :3DSMILE:when driving my ride.

Going thru the gears.......fast! :D

I just ran into this on another forum I belong to. It's a good read, and it says it all! I'm holding out for the babe to offer removing her top though!:LOL: :3DSMILE:


Driving a Cobra


"If you want to just gas and go, and never have to worry about replacing an alternator, or snugging down the header bolts, or getting a wet leg driving in a rainstorm, or learning how to set your carb float level, or driving in traffic on a warm winter day with "winter gas" in the tank, get a Corvette. "

With a Cobra you have to remind yourself that you are driving a hand made race car on the street. There is no compromise for anything other than pure speed. These cars are brutal and unforgiving, with all the refinement of a medieval battle ax. Like being in a relationship with an exotic dancer, you can never take anything for granted. These cars don't have millions of miles of testing refinement before you get yours.

For any trip longer than an hour, you need earplugs, and goggles, and carry Advil and eye drops. You will need to learn to "read" the clouds for rain in your path, and have experience in unwrapping your frozen fingers from the MotoLita. You will experience lady passengers "wetting" the passenger seat when you merge into traffic from an on ramp, and then nearly burn their calf getting out of the car.

You will have all the invisibility of a burning Hindenburg, and flee from underground parking lots when uncountable car alarms are screaming your departure. When you shop, you will remind yourself that these cars get more attention than a dead body in a parking lot.

With a power to weight ratio better than almost every super car, you will find your 1/4 mile times traction rather than power limited. On the other hand, when you stage, out of the corner of your helmet's visor you will see almost the entire audience lining up at the fence, most with cameras up. If you track on a road course with a Porsche club, owners of expensive German machines will come to the fence to watch you power out in smoking oversteer.

You won't even try to start your engine in the garage, but push it out onto the driveway, else your loyal watch dog will croak from the exhaust fumes. If you idle next to other "sports" cars at a traffic light, by the green, their girlfriend will be coughing green phlegm into her hanky, yelling at her date to just go! When you refuel, you might as well prop the "bonnet" open, because you are going to have to show your motor to just about every other guy there. When you order your wings at Hooters, your waitress will whisper in your ear "take me for a ride." When you stop at the red light, the girl in the convertible next to you will invite you to "take my top off too."

When you slowly pass a troop of Harley riders, they will look over and give you thumbs up. When you want to ease out into traffic, other cars will immediately pause to let you go ahead of them.

When your engine has its hot, crackling, intimidating exhaust side pipe aimed right at the flank of the GTO, or the Z28, your exhaust pulsation's slowly unscrewing his lug nuts, the other car will remain motionless, as if the slightest quiver of his car will cause your car to stomp it dead. When you leave it open in a parking lot, and come back to find your sunglasses and cell phone still sitting on the tunnel, it is because your car has sullenly warned those who came over to admire
it "touch me and I will rise up here and kill you dead."

When you put that tiny silver key into the ignition, and begin your start countdown, your car will whisper "take me for granted, and I will kill you."

When other drivers just hop in and snap up their belts while backing out of their parking space, you will still have two more minutes before you even get all the Simpsons properly on and snugged down.

Pulling up in a Cobra is like landing an F4U at an ultralite convention.

In summary, very, very few drivers want this kind of attention, or can tolerate all that a formidable Cobra demands. These cars are intolerant mistresses.

But remember, there will come a day when you have to hang up your car keys for the last time.

And perhaps you want to say then "I did it."

Amen... ushers, please pass the offering plates. lol!