Even rice-racers revere the Cobra. The shop where I had my Cobra painted also painted lots on these new ricers with ground-effects, spoilers and fancy graphics. You all know the ones with chrome coffee can size exhaust tips that sound like a pi$$ed off bumble bee.
Anyway, as my car was being moved into another part of the shop a crowd of these young ricers were about. The sound of the car caught their attention and as the car was being pulled in to the shop the tires would spin every time cam loped. They all practically fell on their knees in reverence to the Cobra.
One more…
I had to laugh the first time I saw a near-toothless old driver of a beat-up Ford truck slowing down while given me the ‘thumbs-up’ and displaying his one-good tooth. I sure miss grandpa….
