On saying goodbye to Old Red...

[Tom T.]

You guys will understand. A few minutes ago, my Contemporary left on a trailer on its way to its new owner in the San Diego area. Had the video camera on, and ironically, as she went down the road, the last view I had of her was the same as the first time I saw a 427 S/C some 38 years ago. No car ever made has a rump that looks so fine. None. My wife and kids were almost as devastated as I was/am. Never wanted to sell the car that had been such a big part of our lives for the past seven years. Meeting great new friends through the NorCal SAAC and the Bay Area chapter of ClubCobra. Learning how to drive at open track events, progressing over the years, having the best times of my life. But, due to a number of factors, there was no choice but to let her go. As with all close relationships, Old Red and I went through great times, and some not so great times. It was all worth it. She had a great heart; she always did her best. Took her out on the open road one last time this morning, went through the gears with gusto for one last time. She loved it, and I loved it, and damned if she wasn't saying to me, "please let me stay." Damn fellas this hurts deep in my guts. There is nothing like a Cobra (original, or replica); it grabs you viscerally like no other car. It demands respect. But if you give it that respect, it repays you like nothing else on four wheels.

I hope the new owner loves and cares for her like I have--I'll always love her. Someday I will have another one. But there will never be another Old Red, never.

TT