I'm 47 and can't remember a time when I didn't want a Cobra. I still have kit car magazines from the mid 80's when Cobra ownership was an improbable, but fun to ponder, dream.

No one who knows me accuses me of trying to sate a mid life crisis with a Cobra. I'm stuck in early life and a firm believer that in order to stay in that place, you gotta have fun. If that means setting off the neighborhood car alarms, hitting 130 on freeway on-ramps, occasionally getting rained on, and having my friend's wives wish I'd just stay the hell away from their husbands...well, that's a price I'm willing to pay.

The last 5 cars we've owned have been 911's. The sun started to set on the Porsche era the day I took a test drive in a used NAF 289FIA about a year ago. My knees shook for an hour after that drive and I couldn't stop smiling. As soon as I got home that day my wife knew it was hopeless to resist.