I could not agree more with the above posts.
The cars you have owned previously have not prepared you one bit for driving a cobra. There are no nannies to protect you if you give it too much gas in a corner (a 90 inch wheelbase car can go sideways or spin in a heartbeat.) No ABS to keep you from locking up all the tires and skidding out of control. No windows, no air conditioning, no power brakes or steering. You will consult with the weather channel before you even consider taking the car out of the garage. You won't want to drive it in the rain or even if there's a possibility of rain. You will want to have other cars to drive on a daily basis or to haul luggage on a vacation. You will only eat at restaurants where your table allows you to maintain visibility of your car at all times. Both you and your passenger will burn your legs at least twice on the sidepipes. You will bang your shins multiple times on the quikjacks. There are no speedy getaways. It will take you and your passenger at least 5-10 minutes to get in the car, fasten all the belts, insert ear plugs, adjust cap and glasses, start engine and let it warm up before you dare to engage the clutch. Should you stall it in a crowded parking lot, just get out and walk away. Come back when everyone has left and try it again. If you have small kids, forget it. This car only seats one passenger, so someone will always feel slighted and you will constantly be explaining to Social Services why little Johnny keeps coming to preschool with burn marks on his arms and legs.
Most NORMAL women hate riding in the car. It will blow their hair, get too much sun on them, be either too hot or too cold most of the time and will make them deaf and smell like fuel. Also, while driving, you won't be able to hear a word she says. (ok, so there is an up side). You will have to entertain all the thumbs up, waves, and attention these cars continuously generate. Just stopping for gas can take twenty minutes and involve a hood-raise. Everyone, from the guy in the beater Honda to the bald guy with gold chains in a Corvette/Porsche (with his "niece" staring at you from the passenger seat) will try to egg you on into a race.
There is no 50,000 mile bumper to bumper warranty. You better know, or learn, how to turn a wrench, change the
oil, adjust the carburetor, set the timing, change the plugs, bleed and adjust the clutch just for starters. You better enjoy tinkering with a car, because you will have to. If your ideal car goes 15,000 miles without any service, you are in for a big surprise.
Now, I could go on and on, but you get the point. If none of the above deters you, then go forward and be rewarded. There is no better feeling than turning that key and hearing a 500+ horsepower engine grumble and fart to life through those two nasty sounding sidepipes (well, maybe there is one better, but starting the car doesn't make you sleepy afterwards). Hopefully, you will become one of us and actually enjoy and drive your car more than 200 miles/year.
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