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I was born in 1960. Lived in Granada Hills, suburb of LA, until ''69. In '67 my dad bought a brand new, off-the-showroom floor, candy-apple red, fastback mustang with a 390. I really liked that car even as a 7 year old. I remember back then hearing about the mystery cobra. It was an instant icon. I never saw one on the street but somehow knew they were amazing cars. I'm sure it was because my dad talked a little about the world champion cobra that beat Ferrari and the GT350 which was making local hash out of 'vetts back then. I think all the Ford hoopla motivated him to buy the '67 fastback. It didn't hurt that the Bullitt movie came out shortly thereafter. Believe it or not, my dad had his own drag race with a '68 charger. Nothing as dramatic as Bullitt but after a quarter mile or so it was a dead heat. During the race I was sitting on the fiberglass fold down on the back seat. No seat belt, no protection. Just a clear view out the side and front windows. What a blast! From that day forward my all time favorite was the GT500. Anyway, I am truly fortunate to have experienced some of the mystique back in the day and am fortunate to have a cobra today. I got Shelby to sign the glove box last February. Didn't mind paying for it at all. As I've learned more about "the man" I have been truly amazed by his passion. He probably had more passion in his left pinky than I'll ever have. Though he is gone his cars WILL live forever.
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