This past weekend my brother got engaged. My future sister in law
is a 'ricer'. She has a Toyo that is all done up with all the goodies and did much of the work herself. On Saturday, they came over for a visit and of course her first exposure to the Cobra.
It didn't take long until she was asking for rides. Since she was behind me, we took hers out first. Rap music and good performance (she takes it on the 1/4 at 13.8). Proud of her car.
Then it came time for the Cobra. Visually, she seemed to like it. A look under the hood and I don't think she knew what she was looking at. After all, the engine is mounted lengthwise, has more then 4 plug wire (heck, just the fact that is has plug wires is confusing), has a strange looking box where the fuel injection should be, etc.
We got strapped in and I fired it up. Cruised slowly for a while to let the car warm up (she thrashed hers instantly). She was very chatty. Motor mouth if you will. Once the car was warmed up, I pulled up to a light at a freeway entrance ramp. Once the coast was clear, her mid rant, I gave it all it had. Mouth stopped mid agape, tires fighting for traction and often loosing, exceeding 100 before I needed to brake to legal speed to merge, total silence from my new passenger.
I of course had to repeat this excersise for good effect. Not a word from the now seamingly empty passenger seat.
Pull in the drive, remove former passenger from car using a sponge, she promptly runs up to my brother and says "I have got to get me one of those!". "You say there are going to be hundreds of those at the Fling? Faster ones?" She inquires. "Well we can't go there (the Fling), we will come back broke!"
A Cobra fan is born.
Rick