What is the LATEST recognition your Cobra has had recently?

[buddyg]

Chicks dig the Cobra and the beard!

[Austexican]

Well, a whitetail deer mooned me and the coupe killed him with a 70 mph snakebite!

[Bernica]

Originally Posted by Austexican

Well, a whitetail deer mooned me and the coupe killed him with a 70 mph snakebite!

OUCH!
This is how I returned a brand new rented Mustang to Hertz a few years ago after hitting a BIG buck that jumped over the center divider and right in front of me. Scared the total Sh#t out of me!

The Mustang had less than 300 miles on it. I had to get out on passenger side when I returned it. I tried to say (jokingly) "hey, it was like that when I got it!". Fortunately I had a pass to drive the car from the CHP who made me help him drag the dead deer to the side of the road. Showed that to Hertz and they said "no problem, happens all the time" and I was on my way.

Not exactly being noticed in a Cobra, but sure got a lot of notice at the Hertz with all the blood and fur on it!

[Voyager]

Recognition of a different type…cool story.

Couple years ago, was filling up at a local gas station. A Mercedes pulled up to next pump over and out of the corner of my eye, I saw an elderly lady get out. After a while, I heard her say that her husband had one of those cars a long time ago. Skeptical, I mumbled something like, “that’s nice” and kept staring down at my gas tank nozzle. After another long pause, she said that he used to race it. Figuring I was getting fed a line, I just smiled, said, “uh huh”, and kept waiting for my tank to fill so I could get moving.

After more silence, I hung up the pump, and looked over to her for the first time. We made eye contact as she climbed into her car. She flashed a friendly smile, said his name was Bob Bondurant, closed the door and drove away.

Lost opportunity….

[Al G]

Originally Posted by Voyager

Recognition of a different type…cool story.

Couple years ago, was filling up at a local gas station. A Mercedes pulled up to next pump over and out of the corner of my eye, I saw an elderly lady get out. After a while, I heard her say that her husband had one of those cars a long time ago. Skeptical, I mumbled something like, “that’s nice” and kept staring down at my gas tank nozzle. After another long pause, she said that he used to race it. Figuring I was getting fed a line, I just smiled, said, “uh huh”, and kept waiting for my tank to fill so I could get moving.

After more silence, I hung up the pump, and looked over to her for the first time. We made eye contact as she climbed into her car. She flashed a friendly smile, said his name was Bob Bondurant, closed the door and drove away.

Lost opportunity….

Bob's current wife? I'd hardly describe her as elderly.