A sad farewell.
Gentlemen,
I have bought and sold a lot of cars in my lifetime. During my 2 decades as an automobile dealer I have no idea how many different cars found their way into my home's garage and I've become attached to very few of them. But I must say it was a very sad and short last drive in my 427 Cobra out of my garage, down the driveway, and into the transport. I didn't drive it much during the three years I owned it. It has no air conditioning, no radio, no power steering or brakes, is impossible to make oil tight, loud as hell, no top, 600 hp but only 300 hp worth of traction, and continually looked for a moment of inattention so it could kill me. I love that little car. Wretched excess like this holds a special appeal to all real Americans.
42 years ago, when I was a 10-year-old boy, I told myself I would own a Cobra and hunt in Africa someday. It brings me great satisfaction to have crossed both of those objectives off my bucket list.
My next Shelby objective was going to be a Sunbeam Tiger. But my convertible days are over so perhaps a nice vintage 66 or 67 GT350 will find its way into my garage someday if our new Socialist worker's paradise still allows a small businessman like me to make enough extra income for such purchases in the future.
Take good care of your new baby Gaby, drive carefully, especially on cold days. When the temperature gets low, that featherweight Kirkham is like driving a top fuel funny car on an ice rink. Wear sunscreen. :biggrin
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. All the best.
Chip