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tribute to the Man
I can remember when my friend and I used to sit in his parents basement after school and build plastic car models, until my mom, called his mom and said, send the kid home, it's getting dark. I can remember turning sixteen and just waiting to get my drivers license so I could drive a car. That meant now we could go to the drag races, the stock car races, and especially the car show in Denver, Co.
I think that's where I saw a Cobra. Man that was the car for me. Only problem was I didn't have a job, and I was still in high school and my dad wouldn't let me own a car anyway. But I thought someday I might get the opportunity to own one. And now maybe that wish will come true soon. I just want to thank Mr. Shelby for making a car, that to this day, still makes people look when one drives by. I'm sure all you dreamers out there had the same wish as I did once.
Ron
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