[rms427]

Back in 1966, before I new better, I was driving my 52 Chevy Hot Rod back from fishing around midnight. I had the fishing poles sticking out of the back window. A guy in a brand new 427 Cobra came up beside me and blipped his throttle and looked over and laughed. I know it was new because it still had temp plates. At the next light he took off and then slowed down to play with me. His girl friend or wife was next to him. At the next light we both took off fairly slowly (watching eachother to see who would punch it first). He shifted to second and we both punched it. Since I caught him in the wrong gear I left him in the dust. At the next light he wasn't laughing anymore but his girlfriend was. I gave him a wave as I turned off the street.

About 3 years later after I had my Cobra a guy in a 289 came along side and we stopped to chat. He then asked if I wanted to race him and I said no but invited him to the Cobra Club meeting. He came to the next meeting but didn't come to the the one after that. I found out later that he was killed racing and XKE on the street. He flipped the car and was pinned between the rollbar and a curb.